#HOW CAN YOU NOT TRUST THIS ABSOLUTE PRECIOUS ANGEL

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I am not getting over this shot

Look at them

Look at him

Look at this smol happy smile.

Such a pure look of innocent little joy

From having this moment under the umbrela with gege ;-;

;-; the umbrella he gave him before giving his life meaning

;-; the umbrella he in turn covered him with after 800 years apart

LOOK AT HIM

MY LITTLE MEOW MEOW

АААААААА

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Feels like Sugar in Me

[Ethan Landry x bimbo! Reader]

— “ I think you’re perfect.”

Summary: Ethan is insecure about his costume, and you help him think otherwise. (Translation : You and your roommate Ethan give each other head after a Halloween party.)

Warning: a little bit of angst & a lot of fluff, insecurities // oral (m & f recieving), cunnilingus, pussy eating, cum play, mommy kink, handjobs, spit kink, fingering, lots of praise, dom! Reader, sub! virgin! Ethan

He’s the most precious little thing, dressed in his knight costume with his cardboard hat. You think he’s adorable. He frowns when your friends make fun of him, but you just kiss his cheek and defend him with everything you have. He’s your Ethan, after all, and no one should talk bad about the angel you have as your roommate.

And when you’re finally home, when your discarded fairy wings are somewhere off in your bedroom, you take a seat on the couch. Ethan comes out, freshly showered and smelling oh so delicious, like usual. He smiles softly when he sees you there, fairy costume gone, clad in a pink see through robe and— is that lingerie, underneath? Maybe it is; Ethan is used to you wearing such revealing things, and although he tries not to stare it drives him crazy every single time. You don’t mind showing yourself off to Ethan. You trust him to be respectful to you, and you aren’t one to shy away from showing off your body. And why wouldn’t you be? You’re perfect.

You shuffle through a container of leftover vanilla ice cream. Your hair is pulled back away from your face (Ethan has always liked it that way). He offers to order a pizza for the night, and you say yes. You both turn on Halloween because Ethan knows it’s your favorite, and he brings out your favorite blanket when you come back from changing into your pjs because he knows it keeps you warm.

“You’re the sweetest.” You coo to him, as you rest your head against the boys shoulder. It’s a reflex, at this point. You both watch movies a lot, and he enjoys when you rest on him.

“I try to be..” Ethan shyly murmurs. And you giggle as you think back the night.

“You made such a cute little knight.”

Ethan scoffs, but a blush stains the apple of his cheeks at your words. “Yeah, I bet.”

“I’m serious!” You grin, your fingers going up to stroke his soft curls.

“It was terrible.”

“I liked your costume!” You start, as Ethan protests that the night was the suckiest Halloween yet.

“That’s a lie, y/n!” Ethan’s voice is embarrassed as he laughs. “It was horrible. Absolutely.. vile.”

“Vile? That’s a weird way to put it.” You tease. And then you’re frowning at the way the boy avoids your gaze. “But you looked great, E. You know.. I always think you look great.”

He nervously looks over at you, a small smile moving across his plump lips. “Really?”

“Really really. You’re the prettiest boy I know.”

You know it’s probably not something you should say to your supposed best friend, but you can’t help it.

“You really think so?”

“I think you’re perfect.”

It comes out slow and soft, and your body becomes alight with electricity when you realize how close you and the boy in front of you are. He’s looking at you with his lip caught in between his teeth.

“I think you’re perfect, too.” He replies.

You smile. Heat gathers between your legs at the sight of the boys tousled hair, pretty Bambi eyes and biceps bulging out of his shirt.

You kiss him.

It’s a surprise to you both, when the soft plumpness of his lips touch yours. He tastes like ice cream, mouth a bit cold from the sugary treat and laced with a vanilla flavor. He’s awkward, you notice. He’s never kissed anyone before.

When you pull away his eyes are still closed. He’s got a dopey smile on his face, as if he’s just got a taste of his favorite drug.

“I liked that,” Ethan murmurs. A small giggle escapes your lips. Your fingers graze his jaw.

“I was hoping you would.”

He flashes a nervous smile, and then he’s darting his eyes away from you again.

“Can you— can you do it again?”

“If you want,” you suggest. He nods, bringing his palms up to your shoulders.

“I do,” he infers. “I want you to— to do whatever you want to me.”

He doesn’t know exactly how to communicate in times like these. You just chuckle, pressing a soft kiss to his nose. He sighs.

“I’m gonna kiss you again, okay?”

He nods eagerly, and he grabs your hips. It’s clumsy, a little bit of an anxious movement, but you place your hands over his and press into your love handles harder. You move into his lap, and a small sound of surprise escapes him.

You don’t hesitate to kiss him again. It’s just as perfect as the first, and you can feel him poking into your inner thigh. Ethan throbs underneath his pajama pants at your touch.

His hands are in your hair, now. Soft palms scrape against your scalp as his lips move jaggedly against you, his chest pressed against the swell of your breasts. He squeaks, then pulls away and asks if he can see your tits. An immediate yes sounds from you, and when you remove your robe and unclip your bra, they’re exposed to the room. Ethan’s eyes can only be described in one word — entranced.

He looks hungry, and his mouth doesn’t hesitate to take one of your nipples into his mouth. You gasp, running your hands through his curls and giving them a soft tug. He whines, bucking his hips up.

“Needy boy,” you tease. He agrees solemnly.

“‘M hard,” he murmurs. You laugh at his obviousness.

“Yeah, honey, I noticed that.”

“Can you make it go away?”

He looks up at you and kneads your tits softly in his palms. You can’t say no to that.

“‘Course I will,” you say. You move back and begin to run your fingers along the awaiting bulge, and he breathes heavily. “Can I see it?”

“Y-Yeah. Yeah— anythin’ for you.”

His pants go down, down, down. He isn’t wearing underwear, and his thick length slaps up to his stomach when he moves his waistband down to his thick thighs. Your mouth waters. You’ve never seen such a pretty cock.

Ethan is panting, nervous.

“Do you like it?” He asks, hopeful.

“You’re gorgeous.” You say, in awe. “Fucking perfect. So big..”

He keens at the compliment, and when your hand moves down to his hardening cock and tugs on the base, he pulls away from you and his mouth drops open. You give him a gentle stroke. He moans.

“I.. I like that.” He whimpers out. Precum drips down him like a leaking faucet. He’s so wet.

“Yeah?” A soft moan escapes him when your thumb brushes over his reddened tip. His head tilts back in ecstasy. “You sound so pretty, E. I bet this cock sounds even prettier when it’s inside someone, doesn’t it?”

He shakes his head, aggressive and too concentrated on the pleasure you’re giving him to give a solid answer.

“Never.. I’ve never f-“ a harsh twist of your wrist and he’s keening, a small mewl leaving his plump lips. “Oh my god, please…”

“You’ve never done this before?” Your tone is a teasing lilt. “Never fucked a warm, wet pussy? Hm?”

“Want yours…”

It comes out whiny and desperate. Your mound clenches, empty and aching for Ethan’s poor virgin cock to fill you up. Your tongue lolls out when you look down and see his girthy length again. You sink to your knees, then, and the boy whines in an abrupt protest.

“Come back..”

“In a minute, baby. Let me taste you first.”

Taking his tip against your lips, you press a light kiss to him. He keens, makes a sound low in his throat, and threads his fingers into your hair. You run your tongue along his head and begin to lap up the precum leaking from him. He tastes absolutely divine, and your hands grasp his thighs harshly when you down his cock in one go.

He spasms, and gasps softly. He’s never felt this kind of sensation, and it’s all so new to him that it has his toes curling. You look up at him, so lovingly and angelic, and give him a special look he can’t quite place. He begins to speak, precious mouth running wild at the sight of the girl of his dreams taking his cock.

“God, that’s good..” And then, “Y’look so beautiful…”

If your mouth wasn’t full, you would be smiling right now. His touch in your hair is a firm grip, and it makes your scalp sting a little. But you know he doesn’t mean it. He’s never done this before, after all.

His smell and taste evades your senses; it’s hard to think, and even though you have this muscular boy moaning and whimpering underneath you, your head becomes cloudy and desperate.

You need him to cum.

That’s all you can gather, right now. You need to feel him running down your throat. So you pull off of him with a pop and continue stroking him with fervor. Your eyelashes flutter as you look up at him.

“Be a good boy, sweetheart,” you coo. His eyes widen, face flushing a deep crimson. You smile. “Let me taste your cum. Fuck my throat and let me have you.”

His fingers thread through your hair again; he’s gentle and firm all at once. His hair is mussed, his eyes full of wanting. And when his tip bumps against the softness of your lips, you open wide and let him back inside you again. He tries to be gentle, makes sure that you aren’t taking too much at once, even though you’re the experienced one and he isn’t. It’s endearing.

“Momma…”

It comes out in a soft and sultry whisper, as Ethan’s cock throbs on your tongue. Looking up at him, his doe eyes are squeezed shut and his mouth is open in a widened look of awe and shock at the feelings evading him. His thighs are shaking. He’s already about to cum.

Hands going to squeeze his balls, you moan when he thrusts his hips against your mouth. He begins to pummel your throat over and over again, soft whimpers leaving his precious mouth, hair messily strewn across his forehead and drenched with sweat. On a particular choke and tightening of your entrance, he groans loudly, and then he’s creaming on the very next thrust of his hips. His tip quakes at the feeling of your spongey walls, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

“Yes, yes! mommymommymommy—“

He chants the name like a prayer, whining and crying at the intensity of his orgasm. The taste of his cum hits your taste buds, and your core throbs. You’ve never been much of a swallower, but it’s Ethan, so although salty and bitter and thick, you want more of his cum pumping down your throat so bad that you almost can’t breathe. You swallow all of it, popping off of him and licking the excess up with your tongue and spitting back out onto him again. He moans desperately, the overstimulation making his cock ache but in the most amazing way. You let his cum drip down to his base, and then to his balls. You wipe your mouth and move back up to lay down on the couch. You’re quick to remove your panties. Ethan gapes at your exposed cunt, lips swollen and clit poking out between them. He makes a move to taste you, the puddle of cum drenching his lap forgotten. You mewl when his lips meet your pussy. He presses a soft kiss to your hole, then one of your lips. He’s trying to find your clit.

His big hands wrap around your thighs and pull him closer. The couch is small and it’s at a bit of an awkward angle: you laying down, Ethan leaning over his own lap. But neither of you care. You smile at his virginal attempt at pussy eating, but you just use his hair to pull him towards where you want him. When his tongue runs over that familiar bundle of nerves, you sigh out a praise.

“Yeah, baby. That’s my clit— riiiight there. You’re such a good learner.”

He moans, and his eyes flutter closed as he begins to eat your pussy like a man starved. He’s sloppy and wet with it, and his spit soaks your cunt and drips down your asscheeks.

Your eyes are rolling back in pleasure. You feel something graze your entrance and— it’s his fingers, and fuck, you’re already about to cum. Those fingers hesitate, then leave you for a moment. You hear a slick sound, and then they’re pressing against you again.

But this time, they’re wet.

He’s using his cum to lube you up. You can feel the thick substance seat itself inside you when he sinks his index finger in to the hilt. He wiggles it around a bit, tongue grazing your swollen nub and then roaming around your entrance. You cry out when his one finger hits that space inside you.

“Right there!” You moan. He groans, working on that one spot while he adds another finger. Your pussy is incredibly loud, gushing all over his hand as he fingers your sopping cunt. And with one last flick of his tongue, your orgasm is washing over you in gigantic waves. Your let out a loud gasp, Ethan’s name spilling from your lips over and over as he continues to penetrate you with his fingers and tongue.

When he pulls away his face is covered in your spend.

“Did I do good?” He asks, curious.

“Did great, baby,” you praise. “You’re such a good boy.”

The tips of his ears turn red from your compliment, and then he’s guiding his tongue back in between your legs to get another taste of you. Your hands go back to his hair again, and you rut your hips into your face.

“Gooooood, baby. Get that fucking face wet.”

And with that, Ethan’s cock twitches and he continues to worship your cunt like it’s his God.

A/n: thank you for 4k followers. I love you all.

[shiorilizzy]

how about Yandere Wriothesley with an insecure female reader that is willing to be with him EVEN suggesting they should have a Baby so he would not leave her (basically obedient Reader

Thank you for asking, I actually love this concept. Sorry if this my headcanons go astray from your request.

Warning: Yandere theme, absolute no beta @@ because my head is full of thoughts but no words come out, Wrio x Clo may not like this one.

Couple: Yandere!Wriothesley x Female!Reader

In my opinion, Wriothesley is also insecure and has trust issues.

He is afraid that someone will take his precious lady. The sight of you getting bored of him and walking away with others is his worst nightmare.

But you are so well-behaved. Even when Wriothesley dragged you down and literally locked you up in his room, your eyes still looked at him so lovingly like he was your whole world.

Having you is like a miracle to him that he thanks Archon every day. It feels like his missing piece.

(You may be every yandere’s dream)

You are his lovely kitty, his treasure, his only exception, his sanity, his obsession, his comfort.

He loves the way you just accept every dark corner of him without hesitation. The more you look at him, the more he wants to spoil and drown you with his love.

Meanwhile, you always think that you are not enough for him. You are scared that someday, Wriothesley will find a smarter, prettier, and maybe from high society, suitable for Wriothesley’s titles.

So you try your best to be a good girl to him, obey everything he says. You know he likes it.

Both of you are insecure, but you have a way of comforting each other so days fly by peacefully.

Until Clorinde comes to the Fortress one day.

You hear Wriothesley’s chuckles and a female voice, so you take a peek inside.

You see a beautiful woman is having tea with him. You realize her. Clorinde is utterly famous in Fontaine. 

The sound of them, smiling and talking, ringing inside your head and tearing your heart. 

You’re drowning in jealousy but you do not dare to jump in and ask.

Later that night, you shyly ask for a baby. 

Wriothesley was surprised at first, but then he noticed your desperate face.

He knew something was wrong. He patiently hugged you and asked.

“Of course darling, anything you want. But can you tell me the reason for this sudden request? Tell me what’s on your cute mind?”

After a while of “interrogating”, he finally understood the situation.

While you blabbing about how you will be more obedient, begging to stay, Wriothesley's mind was on cloud nine.

Oh my Archon, you must be an angel for his gray life. How could he have such a perfect darling like you?

He was so happy that you were willing to do anything just to be with him.

You accept the risk, the responsibility just to be with him, just for the chance that he would not leave you. You trusted him wholeheartedly and only him. What could he ask more? 

 No one has ever needed him like this before. Your jealous, your insecure, your begging made him feel so loved. 

Wriothesley laughed as he hugged you tightly. He looks like the happiest man in the world.

“Silly, if I want to leave you, I can just take the child and push you out.”

“I want to have kids just because I love you. They will not affect my decision of keeping you.”

He told you that Clorinde was just a colleague. He had no feelings for her.

He planted kisses on your face, showing how happy he was and how much he loved you.

“My dear silly kitten, how could I look at others when I have you already? How could I live without you now?”

“You want it or not, I will never let you go, even till the day I die. I will drag you with me. Even the next life and the next next life. You’re bound with me. You cannot escape from me.”

“Besides, I am the one afraid about you running away…”

He soon lit up your mood with his sassy humor. 

Having a loyal lover makes this kinda twisted love completely normal.

Bonus:

After a few days, Clorinde and Navia were invited to a tea party in the Fortress. Clorinde looked at you, sat on Wriothesley’s lap, from top to toe:

“I think I know where all of the factory’s profit goes.”

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The Lamb & The Serpent

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Paring: Lucifer Morningstar x sinner fem!reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Lucifer being a chaotic mess, mentions of sex, swearing, male masturbation, mentions of depression, virgin reader, awkwardness, Lucifer being awkward, fluff, misunderstandings, honestly 90% of this is about sex.

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Angel Dust was right, the two of you do become sickeningly lovey dovey once your relationship is made official. Well as official as it can be with neither of you wanting the entirety of Hell knowing just yet. You don’t want the attention it would bring, and Lucifer doesn’t want to make you a target for those looking to gain power by either trying to worm their way into your life or hurting you. But hey, the important people knew, and Lucifer wasn’t above rubbing his happiness in their faces. 

He doesn’t waist a single opportunity to tell just about anyone how adorable and beautiful you are, often staring dreamily at you on the other side of the room as he describes everything he likes about you, from how kind and compassionate you are to how your eyes light up when you smile. He knows that people are getting annoyed with him, but he doesn’t care, as enamoured with you as he is. Charlie seems to be the only one that still thinks it’s sweet how obviously smitten he is with you but he can tell that even she’s starting to get a bit bored of hearing him wax poetry about you, comparing you to sunshine and rainbows and all sorts of things that he hasn’t actually seen in centuries now. He couldn’t help himself though and it wasn’t like he didn’t say the same things to you directly, delighting in the blush it always got him. 

Now that you and Lucifer were a thing he hadn’t stop with the gifts and chivalry. He liked opening doors for you or pulling out your chair at the dinner table, even offering you his arm when walking down the street. Not that it happened all that often with the two of you trying to keep a low profile but when it did Lucifer couldn’t help but beam, feeling like the luckiest man in Hell to have you on his arm. The gift giving had slowed down though, Charlie having told Lucifer that “gifts lose there meaning if they are given all the time. They won’t be so special any more if it becomes expected.” She had been right of course so Lucifer had mad a conscious effort to tone it down, now only presenting you with things that he truly thought would mean something to you instead of every little knickknack and trinket he came across that made him think of you. 

You were more subtle in your affections than him. You weren’t one to go around boasting about how lucky you were to have snagged the big boss himself, but you did have a lovely habit of mentioning him a lot in conversations and the best part was you didn’t even seem to know you were doing it. There was a lot of Lucifer said this and Lucifer did that, something that irritated the other residents of the hotel, but Lucifer found absolutely delightful when he found out. He liked the idea that you thought about him as much as he did you and that even when he wasn’t there you couldn’t help but bring him up in conversation. It satisfied a part of him that practically purred at the prospect of people knowing you were his. The same part that wanted to growl and bare its teeth when he would see someone else laying their hands on you. 

In fact, he had almost cut off Husks hand when he had caught the demon with his paws on your shoulders and leaning in far too close for Lucifers liking. The only thing that had calmed him down had been your gentle touch and soothing words, promising that “we were just talking my king nothing more. Trust me when I say I’m not the sinner he’s interested in.” It helped that the reassurance came with kisses, your lips soft but sure against his as you cupped his check like he was made of porcelain. No one treated him as gently as you did, like he was something precious to be protected and cherished. It made his heart flutter, desperate for your gentle and loving touch even as it ached with the knowledge that he didn’t deserve it. 

Lucifer is deliriously happy, with a bounce in his step and a constant smile on his face. It was perfect, well as perfect as things could be considering they were in Hell, and you were dead but there was just one teeny tiny insignificant little problem. Not even a problem really just a small detail that didn’t mean anything. It was just Lucifer being silly really. He could go without, yes he could, no problem. Well except it was a problem because it was getting in the way of things, both with you and with his duties. Lucifer was managing though, at least he would be if that blasted spider stopped bringing his happy little gloating sessions to an abrupt end by asking “but have ya screwed her yet your majesty?” 

The answer to that crude and somewhat malicious question was no, Lucifer had not yet had the pleasure of taking you to bed and the tacky little spider knew that, as did the rest of hotels guest thanks to that big mouthed harlot. Not that Lucifer was in a rush for your relationship to progress that way. He was enjoying spending time with you and really getting to know you. The two of you were taking things slow, Lucifer conscious of the fact that you had nowhere near the amount of experience he did and you seemingly content to just work up to it. Slowly. But that was perfectly acceptable, and Lucifer was not about to press you for something you clearly weren’t read for. That being said though, it had been months since yours and Lucifers little roof top date and it was getting harder and harder to reign himself in, always wanting to press that little bit harder when you exchange kisses or let his hand wander when he got to touch you. 

Despite how much he wanted to deny it, his desire for you was becoming a serious problem, Lucifer often having to excuse himself because he couldn’t handle how close you had been. How your hands glided through his hair and down his back or how sweet your lips tasted against his. Far too many times he had teleported home, bracing himself against his work bench or door or just the nearest hard surface and taken things into his own hands. It always felt good in the moment, the rush of relief as his mind got lost in the possibilities of you and him. He desperately wanted to know how you tasted, how your naked body felt against his, where all the little spots were on your body that had you gasping and moaning and withering beneath him as he took you to new hights. Lucifer wanted to know if you preferred being above or below him, if your whispered words of adoration sounded just as sweet when he was buried inside of you and if afterwards you would want to be the big or little spoon. It was a lot of want, Lucifer being consumed by it all in the moment until his pleasure peaked and sweet relief washed over him. It never lasted though, shame and guilt consuming him quickly and leaving him regretful of his lack of control. You were so sweet, so innocent and here Lucifer was reducing you down to nothing but a perverted fantasy that didn’t even compare to the reality of you. 

The days afterwards he would always be a little withdrawn, unable to face looking at you without the well of guilt bubbling up and making him feel sick. You were always worried about him and Lucifer hated himself for making you feel that way but you were a kind and understanding soul, assuming he was just having one of his bad days and giving him the space he needed whilst letting him know you would always be there if he needed anything. That just made him feel even worse because here you are being supportive and caring thinking he was going through something when in fact Lucifer was having a breakdown because he wanted to have sex with you when he should be concentrating on the heaven issue and making the hotel work or you know, his job as King of Hell. 

That often leads to Lucifer getting his act together, giving himself a stern talking to and swearing not to do it again. It’s a lie, a promise he knows he will not be able to keep. Sure he might be able to for a week or so, might be content to just shower you in affection and kisses but then something will happen, maybe you’ll press a little closer when he hugs you or your teeth will just catch his lip as you pull away from a kiss and Lucifer will be right back at the start again, hungering for something that he wasn’t sure he would ever get. 

It was frustrating in a way that Lucifer had never had to deal with before, leaving him feeling like he was always on the back foot when it came to you. He was well aware that all his problems would be solved with a conversation with you and he had tried on several occasions but it was difficult to articulate himself when it came to these sorts of things and he couldn’t think of a way to ask you if you wanted to fuck any time soon, well, without just asking if you wanted to fuck any time soon. It just sounds so crass, so insensitive, like that was all Lucifer wanted from you when it really wasn’t. He would be happy just having you by his side, his days filled with kisses and devotions of love. He just, he needs to know if that’s all it’s going to be though so he can deal with his desires appropriately and not possibly ruin your relationship by being a complete scoundrel. 

It all comes to a head when Lucifer practically throws you through his parlour wall. 

It’s one of the days where you’ve snuck away from the hotel to spend the day with him in his home, the two of you content to just exist in the same space together. Lucifer had brought his latest project down from his work room, tinkering away with the thing whilst you snuggle in the armchair, book in hand and enjoying the roaring fire he had gotten going for you in the hearth. It’s peaceful, the two of you exchanging the odd word here and there but not about anything important or anything that would pull you away from your individual tasks. Lucifer hadn’t asked what you were reading, hadn’t even glanced at the cover when you had placed your book down on the coffee table whilst you disappeared to make tea. If he had Lucifer would have noticed the stereotypical photo of a shirtless man with a woman all in white in his arms, the two of them gazing passionately into one another’s eyes as his fingers pulled down the collar of her dress to expose the swell of her breasts. Maybe if he had looked he would have known the kinds of things you were filling your head with. Maybe he might have been able to prepare himself for your sudden attack. 

Lucifer doesn’t notice the looks you keep shooting him over the top of your book or the blush on your cheeks as you glanced down at the pages and then back to him. In fact, Lucifer was so engrossed in trying to get his little ducky to fly that he didn’t even notice you had moved until the sofa dipped next to him. It’s a shock and Lucifer jolts slightly, fumbling with the duck in his hands and almost sending it flying across the room if it hadn’t been for you grabbing hold of it before it could go to far. He laughs nervously, thanking you for the help as he holds out his hand expectantly for his latest creation. Except you don’t give it back, instead placing it down on the coffee table with a little pat on its head before looking back at him. Lucifer is confused, even more so when you turn to face him fully, taking a deep breath before looking him in the eyes and asking “can I kiss you?” 

Lucifer is taken aback by your question, especially when you had never asked before. You look at him hopefully though, bottom lip caught between your teeth and a rosy hue to your cheeks, clearly embarrassed by your own question. It’s ridiculously adorable and Lucifer finds himself unable to deny you this request, not that he would want too anyway. With a fond smile Lucifer took your hand between his, insisting that he would “like nothing more than to feel your lips against mine.” Your eyes practically light up with his words, a wide and excited smile spreading across your face. He had all of a handful of seconds to admire how beautifully happy you look at the prospect of kissing him before your leaning in, eyelids fluttering closed as you tilt your head towards him. 

Kissing you is as addictive as everything else about you, Lucifer always hungry for more as soon as your lips brush his. Your lips are soft against his, slightly parted as if tempting him to plunge his tongue between them and deepen the kiss into something more suggestive. Lucifer resists the temptation though, keeping his own kisses light and tender as he cups your cheek with his free hand. He doesn’t expect the small whine you make, his rhythm faltering slightly because he can’t decide if you sound pained, desperate, frustrated or a mix of all three. He doesn’t get the chance to really think about it though because in the next second your tongue is running across his lips, prodding at the seem and seeking permission to enter. 

A couple of things happen all at once. Firstly, Lucifer gasps, his lips parting enough for your tongue to slip between them and into his mouth. Secondly, in one seamless move you go from sitting next to him to straddling him, your knees pressing against his sides and arms draped across his shoulders. The new position has you above him, Lucifer having to tilt his head back to keep his lips on yours and his hands frantically scrambling to find purchase on your hips. One of your hands slips into his hair, nails scratching at his scalp slightly and Lucifer can’t help but moan, your hungry mouth swallowing the sound. 

Lucifers control snaps right about then, losing himself in the kiss as he presses back just as hard and desperate. His tongue surges up to meet yours, curling around it and sucking gently before it’s pushing you back and forcing its way into your mouth. He feels you shudder in his hold, your grip on his hair tightening as you moan wantonly around his tongue. Lucifers grip tightens on your waist to the point that it must be painful, his nails digging in as he drags you down against him, desperate to have you as close as possible. It’s then that Lucifer realises that he’s hard, his straining member rubbing against your core as he pulls you closer, your breath hitching at the friction. 

It’s just a second, a thought flashing through his mind before he’s even finished grinding up against you. It’s just, it would be so easy to have you here and now, to rip your trousers in half and push your panties aside so he can slide into you and have you bouncing in his lap within seconds, moaning and gasping even as he shoved his tongue so far down your throat it was the only thing you could taste. Lucifers fingers twitch, his thumbs pressing down on your pelvis and nails scratching along the thin fabric that kept your most intimate parts hidden from him. It would be so easy, so so easy to just press a little hard, dig his nails in and rip through the fabric. Just a few quick movements and then sweet relief as he finally sunk into your warm tight virgin cunt. It’s just a thought, there and gone within a second but it’s enough to bring Lucifer to a screeching halt, like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head. 

Lucifer panics and what he does next is definitely not one of his proudest moments in life because instead of stopping and apologising like a normal person would he stands up suddenly and practically throws you off him, not noticing your startled cry as you cash down onto the coffee table. He screams something about an “important thing, MEETING! I completely forgot about. Yep meeting, better get going, don’t want to be late,” before teleporting himself out of the room and to his locked bedroom. His movements are frantic as he yanks his trousers open, bracing himself against one of the posts on his bed as he shoved his other hand down into his underwear. It’s quick, full of desperation as he remembers how you had felt above him, against him. All those sweet little sounds fuelling his depraved fantasy of if he hadn’t stopped, if he had let his dark desires take over and ruined you for anyone else right there on his sofa in the middle of his parlour. He muffled his moans and cries of your name against his arm, biting down on the bunched up fabric of his shirt as his pleasure peaks and spills over his fingers, all hot and sticky and so fucking good. Until it’s not. 

As the high of release fades Lucifer is left feeling sick, his stomach churning at what he had just done. He feels disgusted with himself, the feel of his rapidly cooling cum on his hand making his skin crawl. Lucifer teleports to his bathroom, stripping himself down till he’s naked and steps under the burning hot spray of his shower. His skin starts to turn pink instantly, but Lucifer doesn’t care, reaching for his soap and scrubbing at his skin till it feels raw and tender. It doesn’t help, Lucifer still able to feel you on him, the way your body had slotted so perfectly against his, how your hands had curled round his neck and slipped into his hair, even how it had felt to press himself against you most intimate area. Lucifer sobs pathetically, sinking down onto the floor and hugging his legs close to his chest. He thinks he hears you calling his name, your voice muffled through the thick door and the steady pounding of the water. He ignores you, convinced that he had imagined it, his mind playing a cruel trick on him in a moment of weakness. 

What had he done? You must think him disgusting now after he had violated your trust like that. All you had wanted from him was a kiss, that’s it but Lucifer had taken it too far, giving into his own desires and taking from you something you hadn’t been looking to give. Then he had just dumped you off of him, leaving you there whilst he ran away like the scarred pathetic mess he was. Oh heavens above, he had LEFT YOU THERE! Lucifer is quick to scramble out the shower when he realises his mistake, barely even drying himself before franticly pulling on his trousers and shit, buttoning the thing up haphazardly as he ran from the room barefooted, his wet feet slipping on the wood of the stairs in his haste to get back to you. He practically skids into the parlour, tripping over his feet as he calls out your name, an apology already tumbling from his mouth in a desperate rush to fix what he had done but it dies quickly, Lucifers words trailing off as he finds the room empty.  

Lucifer whines pathetically, hand clutching at his chest in an attempt to ease the sharp sting of regret and loss. Of course you would leave, how could he have been so stupid to think you would stick around after his behaviour. Trying not to cry Lucifer drops back down onto the sofa, head in his hands and hair dripping water onto the floor. He’s embarrassed by his behaviour, more than that though he’s ashamed of himself and the way he’s treated you. You deserve better than a sloppy make out session and desperate grinding on his sofa and you definitely deserved better than him just upping and leaving you like some kind of cheap fling. He needs to apologise to you at the very least, should grovel at your feet for forgiveness actually because heaven knows that he didn’t deserve it. 

Sighing Lucifer slumped back into the chair, his head tipped back so he can stare at the ceiling. Maybe it was time he got help? Clearly he needed it if he couldn’t keep himself from turning a simple make out session into him accosting you like some sort of sex obsessed degenerate. Unfortunately there was only one person he knew of who would be suited to help him with his sex problem and as much as Lucifer wanted to get his bad behaviour nipped in the bud before it became a much bigger issue he was in fact not looking forward to the conversation he would need to have to do so.

Asmodeus had been surprised to see him that was for sure, but he had cleared his schedule, ushering Lucifer into his office and making sure his assistant knew not to bother them for any reason, apart for bring them the tea he had ordered of course. It had been awkward at first, full of small talk about Lucifers family and life in their respected rings. It was uncomfortable but Lucifer was still thankful for the easy start to the conversation but the longer it went on the more fidgety he became, his knee bouncing with nerves and fingers tapping on the side of his cup in a sporadic rhythm that even had Lucifer wincing. It didn’t take long after that for Asmodeus to set his own cup down and ask Lucifer “3” Taking a deep breath Lucifer placed his cup back on the table before sinking back into his chair, finally able to still his jittery body as he crossed one leg over the other, his arms resting on the arm rest and trying not to claw at the wood. 

In order for him to get anything useful out of this Lucifer had to tell Asmodeus everything. Well maybe not everything but he needed to know what exactly had happened for Lucifers issue to be considered a problem that he couldn’t deal with on his own. That was the difficult part though because how did Lucifer tell the embodiment of sin that he was so in love with a sinner that he wanted help being less horny about it. Not the easiest subject to broach on a normal day but less so today considering what had happened only a few hours ago on his couch. 

He swallows nervously, wetting his lips and looking anywhere but at the man sat opposite him. He struggles to find the right words, mind coming up blank when he tries to think how best to explain his current situation. He really should have prepared this before he came down here, but he had barely taken the time to get dressed properly let alone formulate a full blown speech on why he needed the demons help. Unfortunately, in these situations Lucifer tended to babble a bit and now was no different, Lucifer simply blurting out that he was “seeing someone, who’s not my wife. EX-WIFE! Because she left me and now we’re not married. HAHAHA! That’s why I’m seeing someone now. Yes I am. A lovely someone, person, WOMAN! She’s funny and kind and Charlie loves her, so that’s a-maz-ing. But um, we’ve been seeing each other for a few months now and well, you see it’s um been a bit difficult. NOT the relationship. That’s perfect. She’s perfect but erm ugh…” Lucifer stumbled over his words, his explanation all over the place and often going off in weird directions before he managed to get somewhat back on track. 

It doesn’t get any better, though Asmodeus listens to his ramblings, clearly taking it in though Lucifer has no clue how he’s making any sense of what’s being said. Lucifer knows he doesn’t explain himself very well, even makes it sound like he has the complete opposite problem to what he actually does and has to scramble to correct himself because Lucifer doesn’t “have an issue with you know, getting it up. Quite the opposite in fact. If she so much as looks at me it’s like hello! But she’s…she’s not…she’s never.” Lucifer fumbled over his words, unable to really express his issue despite being here to do just that. It was stupid really, Lucifer knows that but when he really thinks about why he has such an issue with being with you physically it all boils down to the fact that Lucifer would be your first lover and he was terrified of messing it up and hurting you. 

Lilith had been Lucifers first, but he hadn’t been hers, Adam having staked that claim before Lucifer had even set eyes on his future wife. Her encounters with the first man had been rather disappointing and as a result the two of them had been given the opportunity to learn each other’s preferences together though Lilith had most definitely been the one to lead in the early days of their relationship, teaching Lucifer the best ways to please her. There hadn’t been anyone else apart from that one time with Eve but that had been done with Lilith’s blessing and the mother of humanity hadn’t been exactly virtuous at the time either. The point was that Lucifer had never been anyone’s first and even though he has eons of experience he still feels ill-equipped to be given such a precious gift. 

Lucifer wanted your first time to be special, like world altering seeing fireworks special and he wasn’t sure how to do that when he had spent eons being the one being led, perfecting his skills to please one person in particular. You weren’t Lilith and Lucifer didn’t want to treat you like you were her, but he had no clue how he was supposed to make your first time together as spectacular as he wanted it to be without doing at least some of the things Lilith had enjoyed so much. He’s being ridiculous, Lucifer knows that but it’s a lot of pressure to put on someone, especially someone struggling to keep their seemingly ever grown sex drive under wraps long enough to actually figure out what to do. 

Sighing, Lucifers dragged a hand down his face and sunk down further into the chair. He needed to be honest if he expected Asmodeus to be able to offer any sort of advice or potion that would help with his problem. It’s embarrassing, even hurts his pride a little bit but Lucifer manages to get it out without sounding like a complete lunatic. “She’s never been with anyone before, and I don’t want to rush her into something she isn’t ready for because I’m too horny to control myself around her. I just need something, anything to help take the edge off, just until she’s ready.” Once it’s out there Lucifer feels a little lighter, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. It leaves him feeling hopeful, like there might be a light at the end of it all, a light that's quickly extinguished when Asmodeus finally speaks after what feels like hours. 

No. Asmodeus had said no. Not ‘I’m sorry old pal but nothing like that exists’ or ‘sorry my friend but I can’t do what you ask’. He had straight up said no, to him, to Lucifer, to the King of all Hell including this ring and all the ones beyond. This was getting a habit, people telling him no and Lucifer wasn’t too keen on the trend it was setting. Before Lucifer could demand to know what he meant by no, Asmodeus was talking, explaining that “there is nothing I can give you that will be of help to you but what I do prescribe is that you talk to her Lucifer, because from what you have just told me it seems quite obvious you’re not the only one feeling the physical effects of your love for one another.” Lucifer stares at his friend in confusion, brows drawn down and a frown firmly in place. 

Asmodeus thought it was obvious that Lucifers physical need for you wasn’t one sided. That he was “so hung up on the fact that she’s never been with anyone before that you’re completely missing all the signs she’s giving that prove she’s ready for more.” That can’t be right, can it? Lucifer was sure he would know if you had been trying to seduce him. He wasn’t that dense. Was he? It left him more confused than he had been when he had arrived in lust, mind scrambling to replay every moment he had spent with you in case he had missed something. Asmodeus chuckles at Lucifers silence, gently guiding him to the door and urging him to “go home and think about it Luci, you’ll be surprised by what you learn.” 

Lucifer had done just that, not paying attention to the whispers of the imps and lesser demons that he passed. He had a lot on his mind, a lot of things that needed his upmost attention because he needed to know of what Asmodeus had said was true and Lucifer really had been brushing off every attempt you had been making to seduce him. He went all the way back to the first few weeks after the two of you had officially started dating, remembering fondly how every kiss had been chase and every touch had you blushing the most delectable shade of red.  

It must have been about three weeks after your rooftop date when the first incident had happened, Lucifer getting so caught up in you that he failed to notice what he was doing until you let out a started yelp, pulling away from him and almost falling off the edge of table you were sat on. Lucifer didn’t remember picking you up to place on the side table down one of the hotels many corridors, nor does he remember slotting himself between your legs and deepening the kiss beyond anything you had shared before. Apparently, he had done that and more though because as he had followed your wide eyed look of shock Lucifer had become hyper aware of his erection staring against his zipper and how he had pushed himself tight against your core, letting you feel every inch of him. 

Embarrassment had been the first emotion to register, Lucifer jumping away from you and pressing himself against the opposite wall. He had apologised, rambling out some nonsense about work before dashing off to his apple tower and trying to avoid any of the other souls that may be lurking in the shadows. When he was finally safely locked away in his rooms Lucifer had berated himself for such crass behaviour, but it didn’t matter how often he called himself disgusting, pig, pervert or scoundrel it didn’t chase away the feeling of you against him. The way your hands had tightened on his shoulders when he had first slipped his tongue inside your mouth, or how you had wrapped your legs around him when he slid his hands under your ass and urged you up. And it especially couldn’t erase the way he had slotted so perfectly against you, able to feel your warmth even through two layers of fabric. That day was the first time he had gotten himself off to thoughts of you, gasping and moaning into his pillows like the pathetic mess he was, the endless possibilities of what if playing through his mind. He had felt so ashamed afterwards, like he had violated you somehow. It hadn’t sat well with him, and Lucifer had promised himself that he would do better, be better going forward. 

From then on Lucifer had been hyper aware of his desire for you as well as being unable to forget the way you had stared down at his erection in a mixture of surprise and horror. Had it been horror though? Lucifer had been convinced at the time that you had been disgusted and put off by his obvious arousal but now he was really thinking about he wasn’t so sure. You had been surprised, that he was certain of but if he was remembering correctly it had been more like curiosity than horror. How had he gotten it so wrong? Lucifer had been convinced that you hadn’t wanted that from him, at least not yet anyway, put off by his experience and rather insistent desire for more.  He had thought he would be rushing you into something you weren’t ready for, fixating on the fact that you had never been with another so you wouldn’t know what all your little touches and hooded looks did to him. But you did know, had been doing it on purpose all these months if Asmodeus was to be believed and like the complete idiot that he was Lucifer had just brushed them all off as innocent little gestures that were sent to test his resolve. 

All those gentle touches that had lingered a little to long, the slightly suggestive words whispered in his ear, the kisses that were often followed by a nip to his lip, the posses that looked like somewhat innocent versions of Angel Dusts, the boldness of you crawling into his lap and taking control of a kiss that hat left Lucifer breathless. There were so many things Lucifer had missed or glossed over, his own fears about doing right by you making him blind to what you were desperately trying to offer him. He was an idiot, a truly spectacular dimwit who had royally screwed himself over and all because he had been incapable of seeing what was right in front of him.

Asmodeus had been right; Lucifer really hadn’t seen what had been right in front of him this whole time, but he saw it now and he was going to damn well show you that he was ready too. As long as you will still have him that is. 

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Here is a fic ask? Or an idea that popped into my head! Soo I got this idea of Fem! Reader being this Nephalem thing, she made some deal with God, and God lost, she was aloud to make some corrupt angels.

More on reader, she works at the hotel, posing as a normal demon, but she doesn't sing nor dance, how odd because everyone does!..

Adam being her next target, they strike a deal that if he gets the idea of Extermination he can have one thing of whatever he wanted of course reader wanted something in return, his wings. It happened but than he soon died, and before he truly died, Adam could hear he voice, and this holy but demonic chain and parper appeared, indicating he made a deal made literally everyone freeze.

Singing this song, is basically Reader angel and demon side debating what to do! https://youtu.be/0Y9rL6xpvlk?si=i_rjScHV8Kg2qwjp

I can imagine the reactions of the others that where there. 🤩💃🕺

Her taking Adam's precious wings instead of his soul, I can imagine she probably has Lucifer, the other deadly sins and even lillith under a contract as well.

Also take your time with this! I know it a lot to take in haha! Drink water okay!!

A/N I hate Adam so this request is very fun :) Also, I just went off the vibes of the song rather than incorporating lyrics for the most part, I hope that is okay. Also I made her and Lucifer friends because I wanted to.

Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely (Adam x Reader)

Pairing: Adam x Reader

Warnings: So many. Um, gore, abuse, just generally Y/n being evil and malicious. Adam.

Word Count: 2,432

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Y/n wasn't supposed to exist. Then again, souls trapped in Purgatory weren't supposed to challenge God, but she had done that too. It had been a simple bet, based entirely on God's belief that absolute power does not corrupt absolutely. He had lost and so, Y/n had become something else.

Not quite good, not quite bad. Neither a sinner nor a winner, a demon or an angel. She was something in the the middle, something worse. She called herself the God of Prospects, she was known as a nephalem.

A traveler between worlds, Y/n found herself the perfect fit when she had first heard of Lucifer's daughter's hotel. The two were friends of a sort and she had been quite bored of late, when he had mentioned it off hand her eyes had lit up with hunger. Lucifer had known that look, the irreversible calamity that always seemed to follow not far behind it.

"Just don't make a deal with Charlie, please." was all he had said on the matter, his voice bleeding.

Y/n had hummed a noncommittal response but took his plea to heart.

The others at the hotel were generally wary of Y/n. Even in her demon form, she cut an intimidating figure. Half a head taller than Charlie, thin muscles tracking the course of her limbs - she radiated power. Her steps were quiet and determined, the crowd never failed to part for her.

Charlie knew nothing of Y/n's truth of course, only that she was a friend of her father's. This was confirmed when Lucifer eventually visited the hotel and the pair greeted one another warmly and so, Charlie trusted her implicitly despite every sign not to. Still, she was wary. She was wary because Alastor gave Y/n a wide birth at all times and Alastor never feared anyone. When Charlie had questioned him on the matter, he always carefully changed the subject.

When Lucifer had gotten Charlie the meeting in Heaven, he had asked Y/n to go with. Neither Charlie nor Vaggie knew why save for the fact that maybe Lucifer wanted to keep an eye on his daughter. He had, after all, had a tone steeped in regret when he had told the pair he would be unable to come with himself and Y/n was his friend. It kind of made sense. Kind of.

It was there Y/n met Adam. He had pulled her aside before the chaos of the trial, making brazen advances towards her. Never having had the pleasure of meeting the first man before, she was amused to no extent by his bravado. He didn't suit Heaven at all, in her opinion, yet another example of the opinion she had proven to God all those years before. He might've been a good man once, but he was no longer. Absolute power corrupts absolutely.

"So what do you say, sweet cheeks?" Adam had asked, his hands on his hips after having described everything he could 'do to her.'

Y/n had stared at him so long and hard he had almost begun to shake. Only then had she spoken, her voice like sharp gravel on bare feet, hot asphalt on hands in the dead of summer. It tore the world around it, it burned.

"Do you have any idea who I am?"

"Uh, hot demon snatch?"

Y/n had laughed at this, her teeth sharpened into points. Her head thrown back in glee, Adam had watched in confusion. When she had finally calmed her wild and uncalled for, in his opinion, joy, she had met his eyes once again, hers burning lazy fire.

"I am the God of Prospects. I will be your doom."

He hadn't known it then, but she had been right. It was strange. Adam had always liked women with a temper, hence his picks for the exorcists he worked with, but he had never liked being outshined, overpowered. It made him uncomfortable, he stayed away from women like that. Yet, something about Y/n in all her carefree composure, all her spiraling damnation, drew him to her.

"Let's make a bet."

She had held her hand out to him then, her nails sharp enough to draw blood.

"A deal?"

Adam had heard of deals in Hell, what an overlord could do through such a thing. He eyed her in suspicion.

"Did you listen to what I said? No, a bet." Y/n corrected tactfully.

"You're not an overlord, are you?"

"No."

Y/n's grin widened, unsettling him further.

"Then what is it?"

"If you win this war that is bound to happen, I will go with you. If you do not, I will take something from you."

"And how do you know it is going to be a war?"

All pretense was gone, he was nothing but a man in her scorching gaze. A shiver traveled its way down his spine, unbidden.

"I told you." she replied, as if speaking to an ignorant child, "I am the God of Prospects."

Y/n had been suspiciously absent from the battle until its very end. She appeared beside Angel Dust as Lucifer and Charlie stood before Adam, laying beaten and bloody on the ground.

"Where the hell have you been?" Angel asked and Y/n smiled, her arms crossed.

"I told you," and she had indeed told them all, the night before at the bar, "I would have made it unfair."

"Like any of us beleive you're actually that powerful." Angel scoffed and Y/n just shrugged, watching the scene play out before her in anticipation.

This was what she had been waiting for all along. She hadn't realized it until she had met Adam in person but, Y/n knew the cure to her boredom and it was not the hotel. No, the hotel was just part of the gateway, same as Adam. Really, the last time she could recall being genuinely entertained was when she had first placed that bet against God. New challenges to face, new mountains to climb, whisked past her minds eye. Plans formed and reformed, she made matter out of nothing.

"How does mercy taste you little bitch?" Lucifer said as he and Charlie turned their backs on Adam, joining the small group of people who had congregated behind them.

"No..." Adam weakly replied, slowly getting to his feet, "You don't get to end this."

Y/n could see his face now, for the first time, without his mask blocking it. She had been right all along, he had always just been a man. Mythologized, but a man none the less.

"I am fucking Adam!" he yelled, pulling himself from the crater, "I am the fucking man, and you're just some fucking clown or something! I started everything on Earth! All of mankind came from these fucking nuts. You all should be worshiping me, you ungrateful, disgusting, fucking..."

He trailed off as he caught sight of Y/n. She stood near the back, her arms crossed. Everyone looked around, trying to figure out what had him so out of it when they realized his frantic gaze was being met by none other than Y/n.

As she stepped between Vaggie and Lucifer, she began to change. Large black wings sprouted from her back, a black halo, similar to the one the exorcists wore, appeared above her head. Then there were the thorns, black vines twisting their way around her limbs. She leered over the now trembling Adam.

"Y/n..." Lucifer began, the smile long since having vanished from his face, "what did you do."

"I made a bet, that is all." she placidly replied, not bothering to look at the man.

She licked her lips in hunger, her mouth full of razors. Adam stumbled a step back.

"No!" he yelled, "It's not over! The war is not over! I... I..."

"This is your fate now."

The group watched in horror as Y/n grew taller, her limbs and torso stretching out thin and monstrous. She looked emaciated, she looked like death.

"NO, it's not!"

"I choose your fate now or did you forget about your side of the bargain? I will get what I am owed."

With a flick of her finger, Adam was raised into the air by glowing black, thorny vines. He struggled against the bonds as she turned his back towards her. Even now, he couldn't help but find something compelling in her, something that drew him to her.

"What are you doing? What are yo-"

He cut himself off in a terrible, protracted scream. The sound of tearing flesh and cracking bone was nauseating as Y/n slowly ripped the wings from his back. She let him fall, whimpering and bloodied, to the ground. Turning the wings over before her eyes, she examined them carefully as she shrunk back to her normal size and body shape.

"Beautiful but... I already have a pair." she mused before throwing them to the side.

"What are you?" Vaggie asked, breathless, as Y/n turned back to the group.

Her hands were stained golden in blood as were her teeth. She grinned.

"I am the God of Prospects. I am corrupted by absolute power."

"Jesus, Y/n." Lucifer sighed, a hand to his head, "You're scaring them."

"Good."

"You knew?" Charlie asked her father in shock and he nodded softly.

"But I've never..."

"Seen me like this before." Y/n finished the thought for her friend, "In my true form. It is a lot to digest, I try to be kind."

"You try to be kind?" Husk repeated.

"Oh I like her." Cherri smiled brightly and Y/n tilted her head to the side in thanks.

It was now, as Lute pulled herself from the wreckage and Adam took his last stuttering breaths that she screamed, rushing to her master's side.

"Sir? Sir?!" she asked, flipping him over with her good arm.

Y/n turned to the scene, smiling. If this was the sort of thing her newfound passion would bring her, life was certainly about to become much more enjoyable.

"Stay with me, sir." Lute begged the dying man.

The last thing he did was smile up at her before falling dead. Charlie stepped forward with Vaggie not far behind her, her eyes glowing red with power and matching those of her father as he followed in her steps.

"Adam!" Lute yelled.

"It's over." Charlie announced, and the exorcist looked up.

"Take your little friends and go home." Lucifer added forcefully, "Please."

Lute looked between them for a moment before obeying, calling the retreat. The exorcists rose into the air, disappearing back through the portal. but not before she had grabbed Adam's fallen halo.

Charlie now turned to Y/n, the same fire burning in her eyes.

"Why are you here?" she asked.

Y/n shrugged noncommitally.

"I was bored, you all are interesting."

Charlie took a deep breath.

"What are you?"

"I am the God of Prospects."

"She is a nephalem. Well, sort of." Lucifer corrected and Y/n pouted.

"A nephalem?" Vaggie asked.

"Neither an angel nor a demon."

"How... shouldn't you be in purgatory?" Angel asked, taking a step forward.

"Does she look like she should be in purgatory?" Husk countered.

"I was there for a while."

"Really? What happened?" Cherri asked in excitment.

Y/n turned to her.

"I made a bet with God."

"And she won. Hooray, now, who is up for pancakes?"

After some conversation, it was determined that Y/n would be allowed to continue her stay at the hotel as long as she promised to protect it should the battle return. Y/n knew it would and told everyone as much, she agreed to the terms. Then the subject at hand had turned to lamentation. For the hotel, for their friends - the minute Charlie had brought up Alastor and his supposed death, Y/n had stopped her.

Holding a hand out to the demon princess, Y/n closed her eyes.

"He's injured, but alive." she announced after a moment, "I will go get him."

Before anyone had the chance to ask her how she knew or what she meant, Y/n had taken off into the sky on her wings of night.

The radio tower was in pieces, and Alastor sulked within. He looked up at the sound of her entry, his eyes wide and wild.

"Took a beating there, huh." Y/n mused playfully and Alastor scoffed, "I have a new job for you."

"What." he spat back, "Something else to get me almost killed?"

"Maybe." Y/n shrugged, "Either way, you know you can't refuse."

Vines, the same ones that had held Adam, appeared on Alastor, wrapping their way around him, bringing him to his knees. He grunted softly as they hit the ground. He knew she was right. He had been vain and a fool, he had been cocky. He had made a bet, and now had to lay in the grave she dug for him.

"What is that job?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"You're going to help me get a meeting with God."

Y/n hopped up onto a mostly intact table, taking a seat upon it. Alastor watched her, speechless.

"Yeah, he's sorta been, you know, avoiding my calls? Between you and me, I think he's pissy he lost our bet."

"Why do you want a meeting with him? Don't you already have everything?"

"Almost everything. I want to play a game."

"With God."

"With God."

"What for?"

Y/n hummed in thought, kicking her legs slightly.

"I want to be corrupted absolutely."

Alastor could read between the lines, he had known her long enough. His eyes widened with surprise. Y/n wanted power, to replace the man upstairs. She wanted to be God, not just a nephalem. She was always crossing boundaries, doing things she wasn't supposed to do, being things she wasn't supposed to be. Who was to say she couldn't do this too? Still, the fear and uncertainty ate away at him. He had no choice but to bend to her will but that didn't mean he had to have complete faith.

Y/n stood again in response to Alastor's doubtful look, her vines dragging him to his feet. She stared him dead in the eyes, her hands on her hips.

"Remember, foolish man, if not for my kindness you too would be gone. Don't try anything, just keep holding up that lovely facade of yours at the Hotel. I will alert you to when your skills are needed."

[viridwns]

Phantomhive daughter AU has been taking over my brain.

Masterlist

Vincent Phantomhive, the queen's guard dog. London's most eligible bachelor after the death of his wife. A man with a cold heart and cunning smile. Who has wits like no other and two equally smart sons.

The man who can manipulate people into doing things they never thought of doing. Mostly for his benefit.

This man, one of the most powerful people in London if not in the whole of England, has the sweetest, most kind-hearted daughter. An absolute sweetheart who couldn't even hurt a fly. She would help the servants simply to create a bond with them. She got the stubborness from her father and the angelic looks from her mother. A rare gem that the Phantomhive males set their lives on to protect.

She is always at her father's side. If not him, she's with one of the twins. No one has ever seen her alone. Bright young men are betting against each other about who could sweep the little Phantomhive lady off her feet.

No one has been able to do it yet, but just a few stay determined.

Now, with the twins attending Weston College and Vincent being out for business, it's open season for the young men.

Vincent has prepared for this, of course, and set Tanaka on 'protecting' duty. Alas, it is still his daughter, and his wits didn't pass her either. She's even worse with her tricks than Vincent ever was.

She is able to escape the mansion in one way or another, just to finally go outside again after her father left.

Vincent is strict with his daughter, but it doesn't really bother her most of the time.

It's just that when someone has been inside for two weeks, they would like to leave the premise for a bit.

Even if they have to break a few sacred rules to do it.

Daughter Phantomhive is intelligent, but when it comes to the real world, she doesn't have any knowledge of it.

She's too kind to the people on the street, puts too much trust in the shady man trying to sell her stuff.

Usually, Ciel was there to link their arms and fend of any unwanted salesman or just men in general. [Redacted] was there to distract her when Ciel got a bit...too heated.

But now she was on her own, no protection. Open season.

When the gossiping starts that the Phantomhive daughter is walking all alone on the streets, it'll only take minutes before nobles come from left and right to woo the young lady.

She is overwhelmed by the amount of attention, not knowing how to ward them off or how to excuse herself.

If Tanaka wasn't as 'trained' as he is, she would've thrown hands to get out. He found her in no time after he realized she tricked him.

Giving the nobles a stern look (if looks could kill) and guiding lady Phantomhive back to the mansion, he had to contact Vincent. With protests of the rule breaker, he eventually managed to get ahold of Vincent.

He was home in a day.

Goodbye privileges.

Vincent knew he wouldn't be able to keep this up. With his daughter growing older, smarter, and more rebellious, and Vincent being away for business all the time while his boys are at school, he couldn't keep her safe forever.

It was a last resort, but Undertaker was his only solution.

Undertaker would love to watch over precious miss Phantomhive, but alas, he is busy himself with some...project.

Of course, he doesn't like seeing his friend so distraught. So maybe he has another solution , one he isn't fond of himself.

Summoning a demon to protecting his daughter at all times.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

If it wasn't for Undertaker’s obsession interest in the Phantomhive family, he would never have helped with or even suggested this.

Vincent would get his hands red for his daughter. His soul was a cheap price to pay.

Finding a sacrafical lamb wasn't hard to come by as well.

Undertaker left right as the ritual started, not wanting to deal with the demon that was about to appear.

Sebastian.

That was the name of your new butler. The one your father hired to watch over you while he and your brothers were gone.

You had made a light joke about him having the same name as your and your brother's late dog. You had picked it out.

Sebastian only frowned at your remark.

What a great start.

The quite intimidating butler hovered over your shoulder day in and day out. Always ignoring your request for some privacy with a smile. Small talk didn't happen regularly as you chose to ignore the heavy presence of the man.

You tried every trick in your book to get rid of him even if it was only for a private strole through the garden. Sebastian only seemed amused by your attempts and encouraged you to keep trying. No matter what, he would always find you.

You never got angry with him, maybe a little fussy, but never angry. You started to like this cat and mouse game. It was something to keep your mind busy in these lonely days.

Vincent was a bit...stunned to see you hanging onto the chandelier when he got home. You weren't wearing one of the gowns he got you. Instead, you were dressed as a peasant boy. Even had your hair tucked neatly under a hat.

You were trying a new plan. Climb onto the chandelier via the stairs. Hide up there until you were certain Sebastian was at the other side of the mansion, and then go out looking like someone completely different to make it impossible to find you.

Your smile was forced as you awkwardly climbed down the stairs. You hadn't expected your father to come home today. Usually, he would send you a hundred letters asking how you were doing and that he would be home soon. He didn't do any of that on this business trip.

You just hoped he wasn't mad.

To your suprise, he took off the hat and kissed the crown of your head. He walked away with a smile as he waved the hat at you and told you to change.

Huh, guess he thought it was funny.

Your father seemed more at ease with this new butler watching you like a hawk.

Your brothers were a bit on the defense, though.

When it was family visiting weekend at Weston College, they could not stop staring daggers at Sebastian. You told them to be nice, but they argued that they didn't trust him one bit. Your father had to tell them off at one point when Ciel would literally shoo Sebastian away as [Redacted] showed you around the school.

Brothers will be brothers.

It was only when your father had a talk with your brothers behind closed doors (that you totally didn't eavesdrop on by hiding in the secret passageways of your home) that you started to get suspicious of who or what Sebastian was.

Your brothers had accepted the butler after that talk.

Your gut yelled at you even more when your father received yet another envelope stamped with the queen's sigil (that you totally didn't intercept when the mailman came), and shortly after he and Sebastian had some business at Weston College.

This was also the first time you were allowed to come along with your father.

Vincent had some business to do with the principal of the school. Sebastian became an undercover teacher. You had to swear to keep secret while you were trapped yet in another building. This time with everyone on your ass at all times.

Ah well, you were looking for a new challenge anyway.

Especially when four prefects were more than willing to help.

If only you knew their real intentions.

Your father wished you inherited his people reading skills instead of his art for tricking people.

[yourlocaltreesimp]

Yan!Chain Headcannons

Wild and Warriors

part 1

part 2

Tw: Yandarism and it’s accessories, violence, obsession, manipulation, unhealthy power dynamics (?)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Wild

It took him a while to fully trust you. Well, he recognised that he trusted long before he realised just how much of himself he wanted you to know. It took him longer to remember just how important you were on his journey, how you stuck by his side through rainy days and sunny skies. He knew you wouldn’t mind the blood on his hands.

He suppressed the memory of your guidance after you left, not wanting to admit that he’d lost another friend on his assignment of saving Hyrule. Perhaps it was his guilt that did it, blotting out your face and forgetting your warmth on his skin. Or perhaps it was others, like Impa and Zelda, neither of which saw you. Neither of which believed him, even as he wracked with sobs at the loss of you.

Main love languages are physical touch and acts of service. He will stick to your side as Hyrule burns now he has you back. Especially since they neglected to realise your importance, your utter divinity. How gracious you were to forgive them. But he was taught to be ruthless. And the wilds only coaxed it out of him farther. He’d never leave your side, doing whatever it was you asked. Cook food? He is the chef afterall. Fetch something? You shouldn’t need to tire yourself on something he could do for you. Protect you? What he was trained to do, and you’re far more worthy of his attention. Kill a man? His only question is how you’d like it done. Anything for his angel. Anything.

He loves being close to you. Having you there. Sure, he loves being wrapped around you, keeping you safe from the cruel world. But there’s something about having you hold him as if he’s precious that just makes him swoon. He’s at your beck and call already, but he dreams of having your hands in his hair and being between your legs arms.

He is a downright fool. Just in general, but especially for you. Anything you want done and he’s already running to do it, even if there’s no plan in his mind. Lord forbid you’re ever harmed or taken though. Don’t get me wrong, the others are just as seething and prepared to scorch the earth until you are returned, but Wild won’t wait. No. He’ll slaughter armies. If he could take on all of the champions and hold his own, he can take them all. Especially if it’s in your name, or for your hand.

Or, Better yet, it’s one of the few times he does plan. He’s so eerily still and quiet as he mulls over every detail of how to save you, how to avenge you. That’s the Wild the world needs to worry about. Sure, the feral one is scary. But when he’s pissed and planning? Terrifying.

Would probably ask to marry you. He already has a house, title, land and favour of the crown, all he needs is a wife and kids. And he knows there’s no one else that could fill that role. You protect him, even when it’s not your job. You make him happier than anything. You calm him from his night terrors and patiently wait for him to stop clawing at his scars. You bandage his wounds, you help him cook, you bless him to stand at your side. He couldn’t live without you. Please don’t leave again.

He wouldn’t necessarily kidnap you. But don’t be surprised if a portal drags you back to his universe after everything is said and done.

Preferred nicknames for you: (my) Love, Dear(est), my flower, honey

Bonus: Feral. He is absolutely and utterly feral. Not to your face, no, he’s the goofy champion you knew him to be. But to the men who look at you as if you were an object, to the women that glared at you as if you were filth, he was unhinged.

Warriors

He’s chivalrous, albeit a little bit of a flirt when you first met. Sure, he’s a little more hesitant, given how familiar you are and how his heart fluttered, but he’s just as much as a flirt as we all agree he is. That is, until he remembered you. Then he can’t even bring himself to utter your name without his face turning red.

Man is whipped.

Utterly done for.

He usually didn’t miss the loud boasting of his old comrades. The knights were not usually the type of comfort he seemed out, despite their familiarity. But now, he wished he had their advice. He’d finally found a person to faun over and yet he’s stumbling over his own words.

His feelings derail into obsession after seeing you so easily speaking with the others. How he wished he could have you at his side and his side only. But he kept his ambitions to himself, playing lovesick fool to the others so they wouldn’t expect his knife.

He’d consider dealing with the others. Weather or not he goes through with it varies on a lot of things, but the thought has passed through his mind.

He doesn’t have a love language that he expresses, more just finding whatever makes you the most flustered and sticking to that. Praises and flattery? He’ll write ballads, poems, letters, whatever it is you wish. He’d hold you for hours if it what made you happy, having an arm always strewn around your soulders or waist. He’d do whatever it is you wanted to do, keeping you save and enjoying the happiness you excerpted.

He, however, absolutely adores quality time with you. It doesn’t need to be much, or anything at all. Just so long as you’re near and content with him, he’s head over heels.

Another one to court you traditionally. Flowers, love letters, fancy dates, fancier gifts, whatever your heart desired of him. He does this because it’s the only way of romance he’s familiar with, courtesy of the novels he’s read, but also to silently show off to the others that you’re his. Not something that’s shared. If you shatter a vase and share the peices, it’s just a shard. Not a vase. He doesn’t want just a fraction of your love, a shard of your heart. He wants all of it.

He’d kidnap you. 100%. He’d flaunt off his new spouse too, so everyone knows who to return them to if ever you ran away. You’d be safe, albeit not the normal definition of free. You have everything you desire. But he’d definitely play white knight, putting you through danger to save you from it. Just to remind you how much safer it his to be with him.

Favourite nicknames for you: My love, My dear, Dearest, Darling, My heart, My soul, Maybe just Mine on occasion.

Bonus: He kissed your hand when he met you. Got on one knee and everything.

[neverchecking]

hi i just discovered your blog and your writing is amazing 😳 could i request wild x reader, breeding kink? can be yandere or not, up to you!

This deleted twice- if it does it again I'm going to cry-

You ABSOLUTELY can. You can, you can you can-

I have a bit of a favorite. sue me.

If your looking for some noice breeding stuff with wild, @fanfic-fairy-fountain has some mouth watering, thigh clenching, till it remembers every vein DILF! Wild content that made me bark man.

Anyway, Smut so MDNI! 18+

Smut CW: AFAB reader, Breeding Kink. Wild being his namesake, mans has baby fever badly.

He couldn't explain it.

After coming out of the shrine of Resurrection, he had felt...lost. Like a shattered vase with too many pieces missing to have any hope of being put back together. He was no longer the knight that Zelda boasted around- that Link died in the shrine over a century ago- even if it didn't stop her from parading him around like a show pony. He wasn't a champion of old, Revali was right about one thing. He was just...Link. Link of Hateno, who lived on the outskirts of the small village. Who came into town every once in while for supplies. Who otherwise kept to himself, but remained friendly, as long as his companion was happy.

The village couldn't quite place what you meant to him, but that was fine. He knew what you meant to him. You were his Goddess. His reason for living. You kept him sane. You saw his shatter pieces and decided they were worth it. You saw his jagged edges and razor sharp features and soothed them all with a gentle hand and graceful words. You placed yourself firmly in his life without any intentions of leaving. He wouldn't let you leave anymore anyway.

Not when you had made such an impact in his life. Not when you put value in something he saw as worthless. Not when you put your entire trust into believing he could be someone worthy of your love. How could he let something like you, such a blessing, go? He couldn't.

And what better way to keep him tied to you by doing everything you asked of him? Want him to slay an entire monster camp? Elementary. Want him to go, venture out into the wilderness just to hunt this incredibly rare animal? Done. Want to sit on his face and choke him with your thighs? You better be ready to suffocate him because he's not coming out until your coming undone over top of him. Wanna ride his thighs? He's sitting prim and proper for you. Want to tie him up in satin ribbons to use for your own desires?

Just tell him when.

Anything to keep you happy. So when you came up to him, asking him so nicely to breed you, to fill you up, who was he to say no?

So he didn't.

Honestly, what better way to tell everyone you were his, and his alone than to fatten you up with his child? To make you round and plump with his seed. To tie you to him for the rest of your lives.

There was no better way he realized.

Sure he could paint your neck and back and chest and thighs in bitemarks and bruises in his own signature color, singing his name on you in his own unique way. Sure he could put the fattest, prettiest rock he could mine on your finger, watching as you wore it with pride. Sure he could that all.

But none of it quite painted you as his as a child did. An absolute precious little being a perfect mix of the two of you. He could see it now. And absolute angel with your hair and nose, maybe his eyes and ears. Filled with his trademark sense of curiosity, only to be paired with a healthy sense of caution you would instill in them.

Would you want an entire Litter of children to trample along your feet? Or maybe just two or three to focus your attention to carry your legacy? Or perhaps just one perfect mix of you two to shape into the best person this world had to offer.

Didn't matter. He would give you anything and everything you wanted.

Right now? You wanted to be filled.

And he would comply, tearing your tunic and bottoms from your body and pinning you to the dining room table. One hand kept your chest to the table, pushing between your shoulder blades as he freed himself with a single hand. Your whines and please, all but begging for him to breed you, fill you, start your family right then and there ignited a fiery inferno underneath of him, just aching to make your dreams come true.

Anything to keep you tied to him.

His grip was practically bruising as he pulled your hips to meet his with every thrust, ensuring the head of his cock kissed your cervix with every plunge. It had you crying out for him over and over again, tears pearling in your eyes. He cooed at your trembling form, leaning over you without loosing tempo to thumb away your tears. He kissed your cheeks, temples, anywhere he could reach really, letting the one hand left holding your hips drift to fiddle with your clit. He circled it in steady circles, making the tears come back as you jutted against him, thighs twitching wildly.

"Shh, that's it wildflower, just let me take care of you. Leave everything to me. I'll fill you up so nicely, you'll have no choice but to carry our child. In no time at all, you'll be all round and gorgeous, telling everyone you're mine. All mine."

You came with with a hard cry, milking him for what you desperately craved. And if you wanted it, he'd give it to you. The one hand that was gently brushing your tears away snaked between your body and the table, gently cupping your throat so he could pull you against his chest while the other one returned to your hips. He pulled you flush against him, biting into your neck with a muted growl as he emptied into your womb.

But that wouldn't be enough. No. he wouldn't be satisfied until you were nothing but a brainless little thing, trusting him to breed you, and even then, one more wouldn't hurt, would it?

You'd get the child you wanted. He'd make sure of it.

[dragon-watcher03]

Halooo! Sorry if what I ask bothers you but can you make Havik (MK1) content? It doesn't have to be something gory or NSFW but I seriously love that character and I love how you write! Thanks in advance 🖤

I FUCKING LOVE HAVIK-

MK1 Havik x Reader

Headcanons and Intro dialogues

Note: I absolutely love Havik so this was a blast to make. The reader is an Empress in this situation. They work for Liu Kang are aware that he created this timeline. Enjoy <3

So, obviously, he is not your average lover. No, he is much more chaotic, and he would prefer a lover who can calm him down and enjoy the chaos with him. He'd also like a partner who's a little messed up too.

He would be kinda soft around you in private though, and he lets you call him Dairou. He turns from a bloodthirsty lion to a clingy kitten in the span of 5 seconds. He'll never let that side see the light of day unless he knows you both are alone, he has a reputation after all. That doesn't mean he doesn't like PDA, he just doesn't like being vulnerable around others he doesn't trust.

Since he has no lips, you either kiss his teeth, he gives you kitten licks all over your face, or he just shoves his tongue down your throat. And if you're wearing lipstick, leave kiss marks on his teeth and all over his face. He becomes putty in your hands and his pupils turn into hearts.

He loves seeing you covered in the blood of your enemies after battle, he wouldn't let you shower unless he ravages you while in that state. He thinks you look 100x hotter when you're covered in blood. He especially loves blood on your thighs so he can lick it up when he's about to go down on you.

He likes cuddling. Specifically with you on his lap and him wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly (but not too tight). He just loves feeling you against him, plus he's touched starved. Sometimes his cuteness aggression gets the best of him and he'll squeeze you tightly and bite your cheek/neck.

He also likes when you leave marks on him, so he'll never heal them so you'll forever be engraved into his skin. Hurt him as much as you like, he loves it. He would never hurt you, however, you don't have the same regeneration as he does. Most he'll do is hickeys, and so he leaves a lot of them. A lot.

Intro dialogues

Havik: I never thought I'd bend a knee to another being.

Y/n: That all went downhill last night, love.

Havik: You and Liu Kang seem to have a history...

Y/n: chuckles We're just friends, Dairou.

Havik: You are an Empress, yet you work for Liu Kang.

Y/n: He's the reason we even met in the first place, I gotta repay him somehow.

Y/n: You've been getting soft during our spars.

Havik: Only the Devil himself would leave even a scratch on such a precious angel.

Y/n: Those red lines on your back are pretty obvious, don't you think?

Havik: Any scar made by you stays on my body, no matter how visible.

Y/n: You would kill for me?

Havik: I would die for you, my angel.

[starrysvn]

angel | park seonghwa

pairing: fem!reader x non idol!park seonghwa

genre: soulmate au

word count: 3.5k

warnings: mentions of food, fluff

playlist: inception - ateez, francesca - hozier, unknown/nth - hozier

networks: @cromernet

author’s note: happiest birthday to my lovely star bai @hwaightme , i love you more than words can say <3 i hope today has been filled with nothing but happiness and laughter and love. thank you for being a precious friend and my partner in delulu. ilysm, sending the biggest warmest hugs <33333 please enjoy this delulu frankenstein

masterlist | navi

“Are you quite sure we should be doing this?” 

The night was drawing to an end, and so was your wit. You could no longer stand to be in the suffocating ballroom, the amount of people spinning around was making you dizzy to the point of nausea. That was when he offered you a way out, seeing you struggle to maintain composure while sitting all alone.

“Absolutely not,” you heard the smirk in his voice while he led you out to the garden, sure you were following after him.

“How irresponsible of you to draw a young lady away to a dark secluded corner of a garden,” he laughed. “Should I be fearing for my life?”

When he stopped walking you almost ran into him, looking around to see you standing in the heart of the English Garden of the palace. During the night it was almost dreadful, as opposed to its beauty in the daytime, if it weren’t for the few scattered lights. 

“Not at all,” he turned, but you couldn’t see his face. The thought confused you only for a second, for you knew this man. You trusted him with your life. He reached for your hand, holding it in his warmer one. “Not long, now.”

“Not long,” you whispered back, your surroundings slowly fading as he pressed his lips to yours. 

Sometimes it was more than just a dream, you could feel it in your bones. It lingered during the day, the unshakable conviction that it was all true. That it had been true. It could not have been just your mind making up the ballroom dancing, whispered poems and a soft piano echoing during a sunny afternoon. So you wrote it all down in letters you kept under your bed. Most times the dreams had already escaped your memory, so all there was were jumbled thoughts scribbled quickly before even those could fade away. Other times, you woke up in the middle of the night, so convinced you were still there, still surrounded by warmth and love you never dared imagine could exist. Your hand blindly reached for the notebook you kept on your nightstand, chasing after the vivid imagery in your head. 

The words you kept closer to your heart were the ones he whispered one night, you could hear vivid chatter from somewhere far away and the evening breeze making goosebumps erupt on your skin. But he was there, standing tall and faceless beside you, his hand guiding yours to his lips. 

“Farewell, my angel,” he had whispered against your knuckles before you woke up. 

In shades of dark and moonlight, you waited for the distinct feeling of the lingering feather-like kiss to vanish, both hoping it would and wishing it wouldn’t. Alone in your bed you hesitated to turn and reach for the notebook like you usually would; you had the feeling you could never forget the way his voice spoke the words that made every hair stand on ends. 

And you never did, for each night you would be in his company in dreamland and, each night, he would call you his angel. He showed you a world of colors, of hushed whispers in the dark, a warm murmur by your ear as he enveloped you in his arms. It was all you ever wished to hear in the daylight rather than just inside your head. 

It was another day waking up itching to know more, wanting to know if you were going insane or if this was the twisted way in which fate had decided to assign you your soulmate. All you had ever had were dreams that made no sense, yet gave you hope. Even when you did not know where to start, if to even dare at all.

There was little you could do, really, except live in a dream. Because even as you made your way down a busy street, en route to work, chopped away whatever you needed for lunch or dinner, every other thought was stuck on him. This illusion of a perfect man who faded as moonlight gave way to another day. Sometimes it felt so real that it was hard to discern from reality itself. The phantom brush of a hand, the faint memory of a scribbled note, of his contagious laughter. It was as if you could hear them, as if they refused to go and stay where they belonged. 

But you couldn’t live in a dream, could you? You could hold out for however long it took, but you could not give up life in the meantime. 

“I swear, just trust me!” Your colleague would not give up. The constant nagging had become almost unbearable, so much so that it made you want to give in. “One date and if it sucks, I’ll leave you alone forever, I pinky promise.”

The copier rapidly dished out the papers you needed to bring back to your desk, giving you the perfect excuse not to look up at San. You sighed, he had been on a mission to get you to go out with this guy for a while now. He swore up and down that you two were destined, but you usually were able to dissuade your colleague pretty fast. Not today, it seemed. 

“Listen,” busying yourself counting the copies, you won another few short seconds before the time came to face San’s begging eyes. “Just one coffee?” 

“Please, please, believe me you guys would be perfect togeth- hold up,” smile opening up on his lips, eyes shiny and wide, San almost did a double take. “Are you saying yes?”

Sighing again, you fiddled with the top corner of your papers - that you were now hugging to your chest - before nodding. 

“One date,” you agreed, holding up your pointer finger right in front of his face. “And you have to stay near in case he’s weird and I need to escape.”

Proud of the conditions you laid down, you watched as San furiously nodded along, albeit a little offended that you’d think I’d set you up with some random weirdo. Thus, he ran back to his desk, murmuring about texting his friend. You let out one last sigh before returning to your station, too. 

You hoped you’d made the right choice. 

The first hints of autumn were making themselves known, a cooler breeze than usual surprising you as it caressed your face upon walking out the glass doors, the sun already on its way to set. You hid your face a little further into the scarf around your neck, walking out of your workplace beside San. 

It had been a week since you gave into his pleading and he’d been very secretive about the infamous date. You were starting to worry. Maybe his friend had said no? Or was he planning something elaborate? Was he not saying anything because, really, this friend of his truly was just some weirdo?

You were pulled out of your thoughts by San himself, catching him wave and say something along the lines of there he is. He quickly found your elbow, gently hitting it with his, snapping you back to reality. You barely caught any detail of the man walking towards the two of you.

“Alright, that is the friend I was telling you about,” your head snapped into San’s direction, eyes wide as saucers. “Looks like you’re going on a date.” 

Your friend was smiling his Cheshire grin, making you want to wipe it clean off his face.

“Choi San, this is an ambush!” You yelped, alarmed by his quiet giggling and eyebrow wiggling. “High treason even, could you not warn me at least-”

“Hi.”

Stood there, wrapped in a warm looking coat, was quite possibly the most gorgeous man you had ever seen. His smile was timid but friendly and his eyes were just as bright and warm, reflecting the lights from the lamppost. A few strands of wavy, chocolate hair fell delicately just above them.

“Well, I’ll leave you guys now, have fun!” 

Oh, you were going to kill San.

“Hi,” you greeted, eyes leaving the retreating figure of your friend to focus back on the man in front of you. 

“I’m Seonghwa, San’s friend,” he smiled again, melting your heart a little just by the sound of his voice. “It’s nice to meet you and I apologize for the suddenness of this all… it appears he didn’t need help with document boxes after all.”

“He sure didn’t,” you tried to keep the bitterness out of your voice, for it was San’s brilliant planning that landed you here, not his friend’s. So, you introduced yourself as well, suggesting to go to your favorite cafè just around the corner and trying to take the surprise blind date in stride. 

“It’s the only place I could think of,” you said, almost apologetic as you sat down. Truth was, the little hole in the wall cafè was special to you. It housed memories of tranquil mornings where you got there early enough to sit down for a coffee before work, joyous lunches with friends to celebrate achievements, quiet afternoons spent in the company of your favorite books. Your feet had taken you here on auto-pilot. 

“It’s lovely,” his smile could melt snow, you figured right then and there, after he’d looked around with curious eyes to the unique decor and shelves of literature, poems and papers.

Seonghwa was just as San had described him, after all. He made sure to open the door for you as you entered the cafè, he asked your order so he could go up to the register while you found a table you liked and even offered to pay. He was charming and a great listener, and he had managed to make you laugh until tears pooled in your eyes. It was so warm to be around him, easy to talk to as if you’d known him your whole life, almost as perfect as two puzzle pieces fitting together. 

When it was time to leave you almost didn’t want to. You wanted to stay there with him and keep talking, keep sharing your interests and favorites, exist inside the cozy bubble that had formed around you two. So, with the promise of another date and Seonghwa insisting to at least walk you to the nearest bus stop, you went home. 

“I’ll see you soon,” he said, taking you by surprise when he dipped down to land a kiss on your cheek before you could get on the bus. It stayed with you, making you feel like a teenager all over again. 

You went through the motions of preparing dinner and getting ready for bed as if floating on a cloud, barely believing you had it in you to feel so light. And if, while laying down on your bed with the lights off, you had felt so full of hope for something good, happiness and giddiness enough to make you giggle to yourself, then you woke up the following morning as empty as ever. A foreign hollow in your chest, that you had trouble identifying, was steadily painting everything gray, from the breakfast you made to the commute home. It was only then, sitting on the bus staring out to the traffic, that you realized you hadn’t dreamt of him that night. For the first night ever, you weren’t chasing after his fading figure. 

Each night you went to bed hoping to hear his voice and see on which adventure sleep would take you. Then, each morning you woke up well rested and clear-headed: no more piecing together the fragments of dreams you couldn’t remember, no more trying hard to see the face of the man that made you feel loved. Months of empty nights went by until, with time, you even forgot to remember him unless you stumbled upon your notebook. 

“You seem quiet today,” Seonghwa piped up, still browsing through the vinyls in front of him. 

“I was just thinking,” you shrugged, making your way over to him and taking his hand in yours. His smile, soft and contagious, made your heart flutter. Still focused on his search, now led with one hand only, he intertwined your fingers. It was at times like these, when he would kiss the back of your hand, that you wondered.  

“About what?” 

Finally, he looked at you, eyes bright and welcoming and saying what his words hid: you can tell me anything. You just shook your head, smiling back at him, shrugging as if the wandering thought didn’t lie heavy on your head whenever it knocked on the doors of your consciousness. 

“Alright, then, I have a surprise for you,” he pulled you away from the vinyl stand, almost as giddy as you felt, and into the busier paths of the market. Under string lights that festively shone, between the other passersby, it was easy to feel like you were the only two people in the world. That’s how Seonghwa made you feel; in his presence, living life was easier. If he was holding your hand, you were sure you could face any hurdles that may come. It was a feeling so real that you could almost taste it in his sweet kisses, his loving embrace, and no longer only dream of. 

As he dragged you - arm lazily thrown on your shoulders or hand on the small of your back if too many people forced you two to walk in line - remnant, persisting memories almost made you dizzy with deja vu. His hand squeezing yours to make sure you were still following, to tell you he was still there, his voice pointing out whatever caught his attention as you passed by, the wintry breeze and the cacophony of voices, laughs, faraway music surrounding you. 

“Here we are,” you almost bumped into his back when he stopped and stood facing the cafè that held the memory of your first date.

“It’s closed,” you pointed out, hearing his chuckle shortly after.

“Good thing I’ve got the keys,” he jingled them in the space between the two of you, a proud smile on his lips. You cocked your head to the side, brows furrowed. 

“You’ll see.” 

Seonghwa made quick work of opening up and leading you in, turning on the softer lights, leaving the sign on “closed”. As if on autopilot, you wandered around the room to the one table that had caught your eye. On it, laid few of your favorite pastries and pictures of you together, a colorful bouquet in the middle. 

“Seonghwa… what’s all this?” 

“Happy birthday,” his arms embraced you, bringing you to rest your back against his chest, holding you close. Speechless, you turned around in his hold, ready to speak but the words wouldn’t come. “I know you said you were working and were probably going to go home and do something on the weekend, but I didn’t want to just text you happy birthday and go about my day. Today is your day and you’re very special to me and I wanted to do something to wish you-”

You kissed him - interrupting his rambling and pulling him closer - gently like his arms were around your waist, warm like your cheeks and slow as if you had all the time in the world. 

“Thank you,” you whispered against his lips, hands still playing with soft strands of his hair. “You didn’t have to.”

“But I wanted to,” he pecked your lips once again before sliding away from you and pulling out the chair for you to sit. As he did, another confused memory swirled in your head. You pushed it away. Sitting in front of you, Seonghwa asked about your day and let you ramble on and on, so you asked about his, too. He left his hand out on the table for you to hold, so you did, not missing the way he quickly hid a smile after you intertwined your fingers. Whenever he was close to you, Seonghwa wondered if you could tell how furiously his heart was beating in his chest; be it by brushing your finger against his pulse or resting your head against it. 

When he deemed dinner over, he pulled out of its box a little cake and stuck a candle right in the middle of it for you to blow out - only after he’d sang happy birthday to you. Seonghwa found the way you covered your blushing cheeks with your hands the most adorable thing you could ever do. He seemed antsy, itching even, to give you your present, though. So you pushed the platter with your slice of cake aside. 

“You could’ve finished,” he pouted, making you laugh over the rustling of a paper bag.

“You looked like you were about to explode, Hwa,” you accepted his present, wrapped pristine and precise, insisting that he didn’t have to. He kept on saying he wanted to (and also, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?).

A smile so bright it rivaled the sun opened up on your lips, seeing the art cover of your favorite artist’s album peeking from the torn wrapping paper. 

“Is this why you were hogging the stand earlier?” You beamed at him, who sat with wide eyes hanging by your every word. You could tell his leg was bouncing. 

“I couldn’t have you buy it when I got it for you,” he brought a hand up to scratch the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his you’d noticed, with a sheepish smile. You stood and, on the way to the record player of the shop, you kissed his cheek, murmuring a soft thank you. It was a look you wished to forever have engraved in your mind, the one he gave you when you offered him your hand to take, asking if you could have this dance. 

Seonghwa stood as if in a trance, nodding his head, only for you to guide him where less tables were. He pulled you close once again, slowly swaying to the beat of his fluttering heart or the music, he wasn’t sure. Time and time again he’d asked himself, in his time with you, how could he have been so lucky to meet you. To somehow hold your attention for long enough to make you see him, care for him. For you to want him to be this close to you. He hoped you’d allow him to be forever.

He twirled you around and waited for you to land back in his arms, feeling as dizzy as he often was when you found yourself there. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, cheek resting against his chest.

“Please, don’t thank me, my angel,” he whispered back, freezing time. 

The first time he’d called you angel, your heart had leapt from you. And yet, it wasn’t then and there, but back in your dreams. You didn’t know whether you were breathing still, all you knew was that when you looked up, Seonghwa was already searching for your eyes. 

“Say that again,” your voice was barely above a whisper, just as fragile as a piece of glass. 

“My angel,” his was too, broken by emotion and you had a feeling you knew just why. Seonghwa’s hands came to cup your cheeks, eyes drinking you in as if it were the first time. Perhaps it was, because you were looking at him like you finally found who you had been looking for. Like you could finally see the face that had populated your dreams. 

“It’s you,” it sounded crazy, absolutely mad to say something like that, but when he nodded back with unshed tears in his eyes, you knew. Seonghwa’s arms were quick to hug you to him once more, holding close like he never had before. Both your figures were shaken by sobs, but your hearts were being mended. Behind your eyelids, scenes of you through time played; all your dreams finally making sense as memories of past lives spent together, consumed by a love so fierce that it found you in every life. 

 “I can’t believe I found you again,” Seonghwa whispered as your sobs died down. He was still holding you, in the middle of the cafè while the music played, as if he were afraid you’d vanish. 

“I can,” you sniffled. “I dreamed of you for so long, I should’ve known…” 

“I thought I was going out of my mind,” his watery laugh pulled a chuckle out of you. “I longed for the day I’d see you again.”The record had gone quieter, maybe because there was only so little you could focus on when you finally were in the arms of your soulmate. There was no need for words, not now. Not when you could feel the love pouring out of your fingertips. Not when Seonghwa was placing kisses on the tears running down your cheeks, your temples, your forehead, your lips. Not when his whispered my angel made up for the time you’d spent apart. All this running around in circles every night, chasing after figments of what you thought could only be your imagination had finally brought him to you. You both laughed at destiny for making you dream for so long, secure in the newfound conviction that you’d be together no matter where it brought you.

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associate your moots with your fav song, now!!

ive been seeing these & they are absolutely adorable:( but sorry i didnt do the max 😣😓💔 my brain was REALLY flowing for this!!!

@dovedi — DINA POOKIE 😇 youve been with me from the start and we connected so easily! youre so funny and i miss our random convos:( but i adore you sm 🫂 we are literally soul mates!!!! it feels like i known you before & youre always so supportive. YOURE THE FIRST OFFICAL JAE BAE so i gave this song to you:) 💘💌 ILYSM!!!!

@gigittamic — GIGI GIRL 🎀 youre one of the sweetest ppl on here & it seems where ever i look on here, you are nothing but positive ☹️ you always are leaving sweet comments on mine & others mdbds!!! this is why i associate you with this song, because i want that same type of kind energy your way 24/7 💌 much love to you always <333

@fairytopea — THEE VINI is an icon & legend when it comes to dividers + mdbds!!! your work literally represents your bubbly personality & im so honored to have come across you! it makes me sooo happy interacting with you:) idk i feel like this is a song that could represent you (PLEASE trust my vision 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽) but literally thank you sm for always being so encouraging & kind! ILY 😭💘

@jenfaery — MARIIII our interactions are so special to me! idk i feel like i known you another life or something 😭😭😭 but i absolutely admire you & your mdbds sm 💐💗 its literally a BLESSING to see your username under any of my posts & youre the definition of a sweetheart, so i picked this song for you 🫶🏽☹️ ILYSM GIRL >_< /♡♡♡

@p-oisn — CHI BABY youre so precious & incredibly talented. whenever we interact, i really take it to heart because youre just a legend when it comes to mdbds 😓 your mdbds are so 😻😻 AND IDK HOW YOU ALWAYS DO IT??!!! youre also super encouraging & i really appreciate your welcoming aura all the time💘💗 im hoping you see where i am coming from with this song ‼️ ILY CHI :3

@yeritos — JUNE THE MOTHER OF MDBDS!!! youre one of the 1st accounts that inspired me to start making mdbds & for that youre super important to me 🩷💯💯 from your blog to your mdbds EVERYTHING IS JUST SO PERFECT 😝 and i apsire to be as great as you are. you are also incredibly kind 🫶🏽🫶🏽😊 thanks for being a trendsetter lowkey 🫡 i hope my song choice makes sense??? but june, you deserve everything <3

@seunghnie — DAE your blog is the cutest thing ever! your mdbds are ALWAYS too cute & you genuinely seem so down to earth 😣💔💔 i love seeing you on my feed and i appreciate whenever you comment on my posts 🩷🩷 i hope to see more of you soon!!! i feel like this song could represent you because you seem like a warm person, that can positively change someones mood 😇 much love to you, friend <333

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Milk (Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Well, everyone, I don’t know how I got this idea, but I got it when I was on a work trip in Dallas and I wrote this when I had some time to breathe while I was down there. I’m not doing Kinktober (and I know that’s there’s a different prompt list for what it’s supposed to be each day, I think) but this was very kinky and, well, I felt it needed to be shared. Also, Matt gives of big dad vibes in this flannel, and it just had to be done, my friends. Enjoy! :)

Summary: After basking in the glow, ups, and downs of new parenthood, Matt attends to his partner in an effort to relief some of their pain.

Warnings: Fluff (Matt and Reader being all cute and happy saps and new parents), postpartum feelings (nothing negative, acknowledgement of mood swings/being tired, what the taco feels like after vaginal birth, sore boobs - *disclaimer: I have never been pregnant*), smut (Matt and Reader being horny for one another, mommy/daddy kink, milking kink, praise kink, blowjob)

Other Characters: None 

Word Count: 1,799

Matt hasn’t stopped smiling for six days. 

“I can believe we made her,” he whispers into your hair before kissing your temple. “She’s absolutely perfect.”

“You can say that again,” you giggle. “No lie, I’ve never seen a cuter baby. The nurse agreed.”

“I know—she told me. Actually, what she really said was ‘I haven’t seen a baby come out looking that good in three years. Trust me, honey, I’d tell you if your baby was ugly.’”

You can help but smile and turn your body into Matt’s. “Yeah, she isn’t wrinkly at all.”

“How’s my other non-wrinkly cutie doing?” he hums, kissing the top of your head. If he thought he loved you before, this proved how much more he was infatuated with you—how you choose him every time and give him the best things in his life. 

“I’m okay,” you admit. “It’s just weird, all the mood swings I’m going through and the hormones. And then there’s the frozen diapers I have to wear, and I can’t get used to how sore my boobs are.”

“It hurts that bad when she nurses, huh?”

“Well, yeah, but she’s being fed and happy, so I can’t complain too much, can it? And I mean, pumping isn’t a joyride either. It just keeps coming! They’re heavy all the time.”

“I’m sorry, angel,” he hums kisses pressing down from you cheek to the column of your neck. 

“Matt, the rule is no sex for six weeks, not six days,” you breathe, feeling goosebumps all over your skin, not wanting him to stop.

“I know, sweetheart. I just want to kiss my wife, that’s all. She did just give me the best, most precious gift in the world, after all.”

“Hm, Matthew Michael Murdock: Corniest and Hornist in all of Hell’s Kitchen,” you smile, cradling the side of his face and bringing his lips up to yours to kiss. 

“Alliteration and rhyme?”

“You presented it on a silver platter, baby.”

Matt takes your hands in his, moving your bodies away from the bassinet and into your room, letting his kisses roam all over from your lips to your chest. He pulls up your shirt and unlatches your bra, sliding the fabric down your arms and off your body, pressing kisses to your sternum that have you sit down on the mattress and lean back. 

“Matt—.”

“Let me help,” he breathes as he kisses over the swollen breast. “Which hurts more—this one or the other?”

“This one,” you concede, knowing Matt won’t take no for an answer on this. 

Like he has done many times before, he captures your nipple with his lips, sucking at the flesh. It doesn’t hurt in the same way that it does when your baby feeds, but the sheer over-use of your breasts creates a tingle. Matt must be able to sense it, because he alters his suckling motions slightly, allowing a tingly, warm feeling to spread throughout your breast and into your body. You let out a sigh of pleasure as the tightness in your breast begins to lessen as Matt drinks the milk. A blush burns up your neck and face—out of everything Matt and you have done to one another, this feels the dirtiest. But when Matt moans, a gentle hand resting on your waist as he continues, you can’t help but scrunch up his hair in your fingers. 

“Matty,” you moan. “Oh, Matty, wow. So nice.”

Matt opens his eyes slightly, moving his gaze up toward you to meet your face the best that he can. 

“So good for me, Matty,” you breathe, scratching gentle circles into his scalp. With a few more sucks, Matt gently releases your nipple from his mouth before peppering wet kisses all over your chest, but not before you catch a glance of a little dribble of milk falling from his lips and into his scruff. 

“You taste so good, angel,” he hums. “Please let me do the other breast. Please. Let me help you feel good, sweetheart.”

“You’re gonna get full, Matty,” you coo as you play with his hair and scratch his scalp, having him purr and nuzzle into your chest. “Gonna get milkdrunk.”

“Mm, but I’m helping you, sweetheart,” he moans as he kisses the fleshy underside of your breast.

“How Catholic of you, helping others, being such a good boy,” you moan as Matt holds onto your waist, trailing his kisses carefully over your tender stomach. “Such a good boy, Matty. Such a good role model for our little girl.”

“Can I angel?”

“Yeah, Matty.” The sentence isn’t even out of your mouth when Matt’s lips latch onto your other nipple, suckling and working the flesh as he just had with the other. While the motion is still gentle, there’s a bit more urgency with his actions, needing the milk out of your breast like life-sustaining nectar. His hand gently grazes up your side to cup your breast, gently squeezing as he sucks to get more milk out of you and into him.

“Good boy, Matty,” you whine. “So good for me, like that. I love feeling you like that, sucking on my tit, draining my milk for me to make me feel better. Good boy, so good.”

Matt releases your breast, gasping for air before he reattaches them to your mouth, kissing you deeply and letting you taste yourself in a new way on his lips. 

“So good, mommy,” he hums. The way the name rolls off his tongue sends a shiver all over my body. You started to get into the habit of calling one another “mommy” and “daddy” the closer we came to the due date, and have been since she was born, but hearing the timbre of the word in such a context drives you wild. “Mommy takes such good care of daddy, doesn’t she?” he drawls, his lips brushing up the column of your neck as he kisses the skin. “So good to daddy.”

You whimper into his lips, simultaneously needing him and hating how he started something you can’t finish—and he can’t finish either, judging by how hard he feels. “What can daddy do to make you feel better, mommy? Tell me, angel.”

“Let me make you feel good, Matty.”

“You just made me feel all kinds of good, sweetheart.”

“But I can make you feel better,” you breathe as you grab him though his pants. “Let me get you off, baby. Let me suck your cock, please.”

A smile pulls at the corner of his lips. “And that will make you feel better, angel?”

“Yeah,” you assure with a kiss. 

Moving off of the bed, he quickly rids his pants off his waist, kissing you tenderly before straddling your shoulders, positing himself in a way that won’t hurt or exert your recovering body.

“You need me to stop, you just tell me, promise?” Matt instructs, holding his hard cock by the base, just up and away from your face enough to be out of your reach.

“Promise.”

“That’s my good girl.”

And with that praise, he lowers his cock into your mouth, a hiss escaping his lips as he slowly pushes deeper into you. Matt grips the headboard with one hand and brushes the top of your hair with the other, careful to set a gentle pace that will still let him get off and relieve his rock-hard cock. You gag as he hits the back of your throat, and your hand carefully snakes up to fondle his balls. The whimpers and moans that fall from his lips makes your face grow warm and goosebumps pop up on your skin. Drool gradually begins to dribble out of your mouth, your eyes watering as he gives you more and more of him. You hum as his length pumps in and out of you, letting you taste the intoxicating flavor of just him.

The sloppy sound of Matt in your mouth is nothing short of lewd and erotic. All you want is him, more and more. Matt is like a drug, and you’re hooked on him—just as much as he is you. He lets out a shaky breath, moving one hand from his grip on the headboard down to the top of your head, lovingly caressing your hair. You look up at him, feeling like you could come just from his blissed-out expression, his eyes closed and his plush lips parted. As his thrusts become more intense, he moves back to grip the headboard to try and control himself. Between the movement, hums, your tongue, you feel the little tell-tale signs that he’s close. With a few more of your joint movements, he grunts and stills, unloading in your mouth. You gasp as he pulls his cock out after he’s done, leaving you to swallow his cum and place a kiss on his upper thigh, feeling the smooth skin just before his leg hair become prominent. “I love you,” you breathe into his skin with another kiss. Adjusting himself, he slides next to you on the mattress, kissing the skin of your arm and shoulder, up to your throat, and then your cheek.

“You okay, angel?”

“Yeah,” you swallow. “I’m good. I made my man feel good.” You peck a kiss to his nose, running your fingers through his hair as he holds his face above yours. 

“We really probably shouldn’t have done that,” he smirks. 

“But we did,” you smirk right back. “Besides, my husband started the whole thing trying to take care of me. How can I deny him that?”

His smile crinkles the corners of his eyes as he places a gentle hand on your stomach. “And you’re sure that you’re okay? I didn’t hurt you?”

“I’m sure, Matthew.”

“I thought it was daddy?”

You roll your eyes as you feel your face burn. “Ugh, did I unlock a kink or two?”

The biggest shit-eating smirk you have ever seen spreads across his face. “Maybe, but not just for me, angel. I heard how your heart rate increased when we called each other those names and when I was sucking on your boobs. It’s all very hot.”

“I’m glad my heart could turn you on.”

“It has from the moment I heard it.” Matt brings his lips to yours in a gentle, tender kiss filled with nothing but love.

“Sap,” you giggle against his lips, only prompting him to kiss you more. “I love you.”

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

Cuddling into one another, you slowly begin to drift off before you hear the whines and whimpers coming from your daughter’s crib.

“I’ve got her,” he whispers with a kiss to your forehead. “Rest, sweetheart. And keep your fingers crossed that she’s not hungry.”

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Positivity anon here! Could I ask you to shout out to your five fave blogs? Just to make someone smile today and let them know you love their blog! Maybe even say a little about why!

Hello Beloved Positivity Anon! Sorry for the late reply, I don't get much done during the week, but the weekend is where I thrive! Now, it's hard to pick JUST FIVE FAVES. So I may have included a few more <3

@plcasantnights // While Corpse isn't active on tumblr anymore, he's still my absolute best friend ever. I love him with my whole heart and we've written countless stories together, we've met irl multiple times, and I just. Don't have enough good to say about this man. An incredible writer, a patient and understanding person, and someone I trust with my whole, authentic self. Long days and pleasant nights, bestie. <3

@cxldblxxded / @yxkanna / @striigon // MOOP!!! A very cool writer with a very keen sense of character creation. I love reading about their silly little guys and I love talking with them ooc! I feel like I can throw any must at them from my EXTENSIVE roster and they're down for it, no matter how silly it is!

@handgiven // WHAT IS THERE TO SAY ABOUT KAI!!!!! emmanuel is SO sweet and SO precious and I hold him so dear in my heart. One of the few characters that can put up with my more annoying characters with a smile on his face, the way Kai is able to write such a beautiful, well thought out angel is incredible. I love reading the eloquence of Emmanuel and love seeing everything Kai puts on the dash

@fangmother // HI HUNTER HI HUNTER!!!! hunter is so fucking cool you guys. they have the coolest posts both ic and ooc and i light up each time they come on the dash with anything new. rainer is so cringefail girlboss and i don't care how many times hunter tells me i'm wrong to love her, i'm still GOING TO!!!

@freekzout / @hungryyheart // VIV MAKES ME NOSTALGIC FOR THE NINTIES AND I WAS BORN IN 1997 SO THAT'S WILD!!! everything about the worlds that Viv has created makes me insane. be it cute little vampiis or straight up government coverups viv is SO creative and so nice ooc! puts up with me even though i forget to answer dms a million percent of the time!! ALSO PUTS UP WITH ANGEL SO A HUGE PLUS RIGHT THERE

@burdenedwithfaith // every day it makes me insane that Prince isn't more popular on tumblr. i don't know anything about the series their character is from and yet and YET I am so so so INVESTED with him! I'm so invested with each little character moment and arc and I love writing with them to see where they're going to take it and take John!! even if you don't know the game their muse is from I highly encourage you to check them out because they're EPIC

@soulmissed // I haven't written a lot with Ruben (YET) but his character is SO well written. Ruben also always pops into my dms when I make a sad/venty post and checks on me and he has no idea how MUCH i appreciate that so i'm saying it here. thank you <3

@mr-pulvis // Ruth. Oh Ruth!!!!!! Ruth has known me since the beginning. Since I STARTED on tumblr! They have followed me through countless blogs, countless cringe, countless silliness and revamping and bad writing. I love Miles to death, I've always loved Miles, but Ruth doesn't get enough credit (from me at least!) for how cool and nice they are and how good of a writer they are. here's to many MORE years of knowing each other!!!

@pistolsister + many more blogs in their pinned! // Even though we've followed each other for a long time, we've only JUST started writing together. AND I HAVEN'T EVEN FULLY RESPONDED TO ANYTHING YET I DON'T THINK IT'S ALL IN THE QUEUE! but mille is very cool, very easy to bounce ideas off of and i love each and every one of their characters. SO well thought out, SO easy to write against and just a sweet person over all!

@wehavefoundthestars // EVE!!!! I LOVE OUR SLOWBURN BOYS!!!! But I also love writing with them with ANY of my characters! we're always in each other's dms after each response excitedly chatting away! a very fun person to write with and be around!

@lovepurposed // hi orion :3 orion and I are also a duo who have known each other for a long while. not as long as some of the people on this list, but we've always seemed to find each other on tumblr some way and some how, despite moving blogs or just falling out of certain fandoms. orion is one of the nicest people you'll ever meet, and I'm looking forward to writing with orion for a long, long time to come.

@amischiefofmuses // NEVER DID I EVER EXPECT TO FIND SOMEONE IN SO MANY OF THE SAME FANDOMS AS ME. homestuck, invader zim, undertale, hazbin, you NAME it we have it in common. magpie is SO fun to write with, and i think they're just RLLY COOL NGL AND SUCH A GOOD WRITER

@spokewar // MARCI!!!!! so good at writing it makes me insane that they even write WITH me. i followed them originally with sass and their sam winchester but things just blossomed from there into an epic scifi adventure with a little alien prince and obi-wan (AND I HAVENT EVEN SEEN STAR WARS LMAO) marci is super cool and super fun to be around and is a very comforting presence when i get worried about wanting to do something new!

@dumbthink // KC i have followed all over tumblr. i love writing with them, i love all the stories they create, i LOVE all their silly little characters and how well they can analyze LITERALLY ANYTHING!!!!

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Damn you, Steven Hyde! - Fluff

Steven Hyde x fem! Reader

A/N: Hi! this is the first one shot i have ever posted anywhere to be honest, but I've been obsessed with That 70s show and I wrote this directly here knowing that i would be forced to post it.

English is not my first language but I always loved to write so hopefully this is not too bad. let me know what you think!

I will make a part 2 of this, that will contain smut.

trope: two idiots in love, a little bit of miss-comunication.

TW: name calling, swearing, bad bad writing, smoking weed, under-age drinking. i think that's all, let me know if there are other things i should consider.

anyway, here we go!

"Oh c'mon, I'll spend the night with you Fez." You promised. "We can watch a movie if you want, your pick." Fez smiled and crunched down a bit, hugging your neck from behind since you were sitting down on 'Hyde's chair'.

"This is why you are my favorite, Y/N/N." He smiled, accent thick on his tongue.

It was true. You were always nice to Fez and, even if you were Eric's twin sister, you were the only girl in the group that was single and Fez always thought he could have his way with you like he did with Donna and Jackie, if they were single.

Being Eric's twin sister had it's good sides. You were your parents favorite. It was more than likely to happen when you are the youngest and a girl. You weren't whoreing around high school like your older sister Laurie had been, and you brother, well Red just thought he was a dumbass while Kitty tried to baby him.

You didn't need that tho. you knew how to stand up for yourself, you were well behaved and your parents trusted you. Even if you did exactly the same things Eric did, it was always more fun to you even if you got caught.

Another thing, your friends were his and, most of the times, vice versa. The both of you had been friends with Donna, Hyde and Kelso since forever, always hanging out in your basement.

The bad side was Hyde. Not him necessarily, but the close relationship with him. You and Hyde would flirt all the goddamn time until your brother got uncomfortable.

Since you were around 11 or 12 that you had been fighting over who sits in that chair just for the sake of it, and that only stopped when you both decided by sharing a look that you would do anything to annoy your brother, so Hyde pulled you to his lap and ever since then, you would always sit on the chair or on Hyde, it basically just became a habit to everyone really.

And you absolutely adored the relationship you had with him. That's what fucked it up, Hyde grew up to be exactly your type. Or maybe your type was based on Hyde. You just know that on your last sleep over with Donna and Jackie when you borrowed your mom's cosmo you figured that Hyde filled all the categories as your dream man. And oh boy, did they tease you about it.

"But in all seriousness." Jackie said after a few laughs. "Hyde would never deserve a girl like you."

And that played over and over in your head.

After that you had gone to the disco and you bugged and bugged and bugged Hyde to come with all of you until he said yes.

That night you had danced with Fez after Jackie and you totally tired him out, after that you tried to dance with Kelso, cheer him up a bit and teach him a few moves so that he could keep up with Jackie before he realised that Fez and Jackie were outside alone.

And even after dancing for so long, you still wanted to keep going. You got that from your mother. The problem was, you obviously wouldn't dance with your brother, specially because he can't dance for the life of him.

"Hey that guy over there looks like he can dance." Donna declared, pointing over your shoulder. "He's been looking at you since you were dancing with Fez." She added quietly, mostly to your brother sake because he was obviously over protective of you.

In Eric's mind, if anything happened to you while you were both out, Red would absolutely kill him for not protecting his precious little angel enough.

"Let's see if he can dance." You add with a smirk, getting ready to get up.

"You wanna dance?" Hyde said before you even could get up. You looked at him puzzled, as did Eric and Donna. "C'mon, let's dance." He got up and grabbed your hand.

So that night you danced with Hyde to Fernando by ABBA. And he told you that he wanted to kiss you. And just for a tiny moment you thought he was joking, before you saw the seriousness in his eyes. And, god, did you wish the song could have lasted just a minute longer because you would've absolutely kissed him right there.

Ever since then, it had been different between you two, but only you had noticed. Hyde didn't want to make you weird around him and since you didn't answer, he took it as a hint that you would always be just friends.

That was another bad side of being a Forman. There were things that were hard to talk about, specially feelings. You got that from Red. But did you want to have the guts to tell Hyde how you felt.

When Christmas came along, he gave you his gift on the cruiser. He didn't get anything to anyone else because he didn't have the Money to do so.

He gave you the polaroid you had taken with Jackies camara on the next town over that you had lost over a rock, paper or scissors game. Hyde put a black frame on it with a bracelet from the concert you went to that night, and it had been in your night stand since he gave it to you.

You got him a new pair of sunglasses. The same exact ones he had and had you worked your ass off to find them. You were the only one who noticed they were broken so the lent would fall out. And he smiled so big when he opened the box, it was like he own a contest.

You thought he got the hint. He didn't. So now here he was, bragging about Chrissy, and the wild sex they just had, and how she had asked him to move to New york.

You weren't even listening until you heard your brothers pinchy voice, telling him he couldn't.

"Damn it Forman, now I lost my train of thought." He got up angry, touching your shoulder so he could sit on the chair. "Hey sweetheart." He said loudly, like he always did, coming to kiss your cheek, like he always did before you both sat back down.

"Hey Hyde." You said with a small smile, but avoided his kiss, reaching for the cruiser keys that were on the table. "What do you say Fez, wanna go grab a few movies?"

"Oh yes. Maybe the pretty blonde that works there will be there." He said excited, reaching for his jacket.

"Wait for us." You said more to your brother, knowing that as soon as Donna was gone and Michael was back they would get high, and you always did it with them, Donna didn't because she didn't like the smell.

Hyde found your behaviour weird since you never acted like that with him but your brother made the stupid joke that you were probably on your period which Donna hit him in the arm for, and quickly got back to trying to get Hyde from going to New york.

When you got to the video store, you gave Fez enough Money to rent two movies and stayed in the car. You cried, and you were woman enough to admit that you cried. Out of jealousy that he was with that Chrissy bitch, that he would leave town, but mostly because he would leave town with her.

You only realised Fez got back because he hugged you and you appreciated it even if you made him promise not to say anything and didn't exactly tell him why you were crying.

As soon as Eric heard the vista's doors closing, he got the pot from its hiding place.

"I don't think is a good ideia Hyde." Your brother said when it started to kick in.

And you blacked out. Not literally, you just didn't want to listen.

"Y/N you gonna help me and Fez out?" Eric asked.

"Nop." You answered, getting up from where you were resting against Michael. "Hyde can go to hell for all I care." And he laughed.

"Don't kiss my ass, sweetheart."

"But Y/N/N weren't you crying in the car because of..." And before Fez could continue, you threw a shoe at him. Yes, a shoe because your stoned mind couldn't think of anything else.

"You were crying?" Eric and Hyde asked at the same time but you quickly ignored them.

"I gotta pee." And with that you left before anymore questions.

The feeling left and Hyde went home to pack his bag, his mind set on going even after your brother's many tries. After dinner and before he went on his 'drive' with Donna, Eric tried to bug the truth out of you but you wouldn't open up.

"You don't want to tell me, fine." He said, annoyed. "I'm going over to Hyde's to try and talk him, do you wanna come?"

"Eric, mom and dad already talked to him, you bugged him all afternoon, me talking to him won't change anything, it won't either if you just keep repeating the same thing." You finally said, finishing up washing the plates from dinner.

"You haven't even said anything, I thought you cared for Hyde a little bit more." He said before he left and you just kept washing the dishes.

After a few minutes Donna showed up, sitting on the high stool as you cleaned the counter.

"Eric went to see Hyde before he left, he might be a bit late." You told Donna, avoiding looking at her knowing that she would know how you felt by just looking at you.

"And you stayed because?"

"It wouldn't matter if I went." Your voice was clearly emotional, not thinking about anything else but losing your best friend Hyde over New York, and the wild bimbo Chrissy.

"He likes you! You could make him stay!" Now Donna got up and you looked at her. "What are you waiting for? For him to leave with that bimbo? He's going to ruin his life in New york, Y/N/N. Talk to him, have him ruin his life here, with us." You laughed a bit.

"Do you really think I could make him stay?" You asked on a small voice, clearly wanting to ask something else.

"Of course!" Donna said. "Hyde is absolutely crazy for you." She smiled and you just left the counter half cleaned before you ran to the living room.

"I'm going out, but I promise I won't be gone long." You said before you tried to leave.

"Hold it." Said Red Forman and, you didn't even register before you stopped and turned back to the living room. "You're finally going to talk to Steven?"

"Yes daddy." You mumbled. You could have tried to fool your dad but it wouldn't pass the Red-dar.

"Take the Toyota. I don't want you walking alone so late at night." He pointed to the keys on the high table behind him.

"Thank you daddy!" You kissed his cheek and ran to the garage pass Donna showing her the keys.

You drove quickly but a lot more careful than you would have done if it was with the cruiser. Parking next to the cruiser, you quickly checked yourself in the mirror, cleaning the remaining tears and fixing your lashes, knowing that Hyde would know if you were crying.

When you got to his front porch, you saw Eric and Hyde sitting, laughing a bit. Nervously, you put your hands on the front pocket of your denim skirt and walked to them, clearing your throat so they would notice you and stop the conversation, never trusting what they talked about when alone and definitely didn't want to over hear.

"Hey Y/N/N, did you walk here?" Your brother asked quickly. "Why didn't you wait until I got back?"

"Red borrowed me the Toyota." You said showing Eric the keys. "Be careful when you back up the cruiser."

"Oh right." He said, looking between the two of you. Eric might be dumb most of the times but this one he could tell. "I guess I'll see you around if I ever go to the big Apple Hyde. Good luck." And with that they hugged, Hyde thanked him, and Eric left.

It might have been a twin thing, but you shared a look and you knew Eric hoped to every God out there that you would get Hyde to stay, even if you were going to try, it made you lose a little bit of hope that it was all up to you now.

"Hey sweetheart." He tried again, reaching for a cigarette in his pocket.

Tears were back in your eyes when you finally got closer to him, pushing him in the chest.

"How dare you, Steven?!" You asked annoyed. "How dare you even think of leaving without saying goodbye?!"

"Sweetheart..." He started, finally noticing the tears on your face, trying to get closer to you but you pushed him again, pointing a finger to his face.

"No. Don't 'sweetheart' me. You were supposed to leave this town with me. Follow me to college like a creep and sneak into my dorm room like we promised." And that's when it hit him.

You had promised that one time on a sleep over when you woke up in the middle of the night and Hyde went to use your bathroom. He was the only boy you would let use your bathroom and he noticed you were up. You both got high on the room just outside your window and made that promise with each other before you went back inside and read to him the book Eric had gotten you for christmas and you both fell asleep.

Before he could respond, you had glued yourself to his torso, crying quietly on his chest.

"Don't go. Please." You asked before he tossed the cigarette aside and hugged you back. He calmed you down, before you pulled back to look at him.

You took the glassed from his face and held his face lightly. "Even if I lost my change with you, Steven, please don't go. I don't want to lose my best friend." You whispered.

And this time it was Hyde that was absolutely speechless, just like you were the night at the disco.

"I think I really want to kiss you right now, y/n." Your breath changed, as Steven reached to put a strand of hair behind your ear. "You don't have to kiss me back if you don't want to."

And with that you took initiative, you pulled his face to yours and kissed him. You felt him smile into the kiss, holding your neck and your waist as you passed one hand to his hair pulling him to you and smiled back.

"Promise me another one of those and I might just stay the rest of my life in this stupid town." Hyde joked when you broke a part and you both laughed a bit before you pulled him back in for another kiss.

"Can have as many as you want if you go tell that bimbo you're not going with her." You joked this time.

"Oh baby, are you jealous?" Steven tried to joke as you pulled him inside his house and picked up his bag. "Straight to the bedroom, hum?" He pulled you back by the hips, kissing your neck.

"Steven?" His mother asked, loudly.

"Gotta be quiet baby love." He whispered in your ear.

"Not right now, pretty boy. You got a heart to break." You pushed him back from you a lot softer than you had done outside. "Hurry up and you might just get lucky." Kissing his cheek you, left to the living room.

You knew his mom, and she surprisingly liked you.

"Hey Edna." You gave her a warm smile before she turned from inside the fridge to look over her shoulder.

"Oh hey Y/N! What a beer?" She took two out of the fridge as she asked and turned to you. "Would offer you a soda but I don't have any."

"Yeah sure, I'll take one." You kept your cool.

"Take a seat." She offered and you sat at the small kitchen table. "What are you doing here?"

"Steven came to pick some of his stuff up, we're having a sleep over." You lied easily, taking a drink of your beer.

"You are good to him." She said, sitting across from you and only then you realised that she was drunk. "I think he has a crush on you." Edna laughed.

"Mom." You heard Steven whine from the kitchen door.

"Really?" You laughed. "Do you have anything to say about it Steven?" Before you could embarrass him further he pulled you hand and started walking through the house to get out like it was eating him alive.

"I'm staying at Foreman's tonight." Was all he said before you both left the house, and he forced you to run to the Toyota.

part 2 - to be added.

[secretdiaryofcrowley]

Where we left off:

Nina, purveyor of coffee, whirling into the scene like a thunderstorm, woke our hero from his precious sleep (and a weird dream) to give him - me - another telling-off.

She's quite scary when she's angry. Not demon scary, but most definitely human scary.

"Do you even understand how all of this affects Maggie?" I'm not surprised at the burst of emotion in her voice as she says the name.

"She's been worried sick about you! Trying to write to you, trying to call you, and some days even waiting by your car for you to wake up, so she could make sure you're all right."

"I'm not." How does she even find me? I drive around and park the Bentley in different places every couple of days.

"We KNOW. Do you think none of us has gone through breakup before?"

Well, maybe you have. I certainly haven't. I don't do relationships and I have no idea how to process this. Except for drinking, sleeping and curling up in a little snake ball of pain.

"Of course it's bad. It hurts like hell..."

Worse. Speaking from experience here.

"... and you have every right to be sad and mopey and angry, but stop shutting out your friends. Talk to us! At least let us know where you are and what's going on."

"I don't have friends. Never wanted friends. Completely friendless person, me."

She sighs. "Yes, you're a devil and you're evil, blah blah blah, real man solves his problems on his own. Heard all of that before, except maybe the devil part. But you've got to realize that your actions have consequences for others. You're not alone in this world."

But I am.

I've always been alone. For 6000 years on this godforsaken planet, doing the bidding of my ridiculous headoffice and trying not to go completely insane. Using every excuse to be close to my angel and every excuse not to get too close, so we wouldn't be in trouble. Missing him after every encounter, every meeting, every conversation. Sometimes positively yearning for his presence, but never ever being able to act on it.

Because that's just the way things are.

I was alone the last time I hit rock bottom. Healing one step at a time, slowly piecing myself together after my 33 years of torture. Because I allowed myself to save one human soul and got caught at it. One. Single. Human. Soul.

No good deed goes unpunished.

I never had anyone to talk to because angels are my enemies, demons are my rivals and humans wouldn't be able to shoulder all this bullshit that's been going on with me. And God doesn’t answer to any of us.

And yet, Nina has the nerve to come here, shake me awake and tell me that I'm not alone? That I’m supposed to 'talk about it'? Throw overboard all my harshly earned survival skills because now apparently, I have friends?

No, absolutely not. I don't make 'friends' with other people. It's not something demons - the word is demon, not devil - do. You can stop pretending to care now and walk away.

She doesn’t.

Instead, she throws my very own words back at me. “For once in your life trust somebody!”

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[whole-circus]

Love your work!! I was wondering if I can request Jeff with such a soft but dominant reader? They are like an absolute precious angel, and also so comforting and loving to Jeff which he has not been treated with for years, they’re so patient with him. But they also can be a tease?

Sfw and nsfw would be great, and take your time! The reader could be male or gender neutral.

Jeff the Killer x soft but dominant male reader!

➥ Hi hello love! Ah so sorry that you waited for so long!! T^T

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☆ Oh you are such a sweet boyfriend for Jeff! Your all soft and lovely personality make him feel bad sometimes - he can, is and will be an asshole sometimes, but its just part of him. I just love the idea of trope "bad boy who hates everyone but me" and its literally you guys! Jeff has huge soft spot for you, and dont get me wrong - he is still meanie but a special meanie just for you! But seriously, he needed someone like you in his life and he didnt even realised it! And if you can actually enjoy his teasing and tease him back? He loves you even more, he just love having bestfriend and boyfriend in you!

☆ This man needs so many comfort and reassuing and I mean it! Like a lot, a whole lot! Jeff has huge ego when it comes to other people, but with you? Poor boy think he doesnt deserve you! He sometimes feel even scared to look at you, not saying anything about talking.. He just knows who he is and thats what worries him. You are the sweetes and most caring man walking on this planet, and there he is - big, scary guy. In relationship with Jeff you never know what will happen, there is always high chance that he is already in a bad mood - and I hate to say it but he can be mean to you and snap (even with soft spot for your cute ass). That doesnt mean he doesnt feel bad afterwards, in fact he does, the guilt eats him alive. Jeff always feel awful and his heart breaks, he hate making you upset even in slightest. But then you are still here? Ready to love him? Not being scared of love him? He has no idea what he has done to be your boyfriend, but he is so glad!!

☆ Okay but you just spending cozy time together.. Just imagine him laying in your arms at the end of the day, face in your chest, as you caress his hair omg..! At nights he turns into such a cuddle bug..dunno if anyone would believe you tho! Jeff would absolutely love if you kissed his scars. Just caress his scarred cheeks, or other part of body, giving him small kisses on his cuts, as you mumble sweet things and words of comfort - high chance you will literally break him and he maybe even will start tearing up!

NSWF

☆ Okay, Jeff will make such a big, a huge fuss out of it but deep he want you to dominate him! Jeff just want to be taken care of, but he wouldnt say that outloud. He just loves how soft but yet dominant you can be! He lives for soft doms! Like absolutely, if he will be sumbissive, that means how much he actually trust you. Just you stretching his tight hole with your fingers, licking it and giving it small kisses. Tracing your fingers all over his body, worshipping him and telling how pretty he looks just for you! When you fuck him, touching his cock from the front, touching his balls and whole lenght, gently teasing his tip.. he will cum straight away, such a blushy mess. He also gives the best, sloppy blowjobs, be nice enough and you will have him all on his knees, wanting to please you. When you feeling a bit more rough? Fuck him against the wall, doesn't matter if his face or back of his head will meet the wall..be rough! Leave bruises! Marks! Anything! He loves feeling of being completely yours! Its not really like Jeff, but even he needs to put his guard down sometimes.

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